Last night I dreamed that we climbed Mount Olympus and we started to make love and all the strands of your hair were little faucets and water was streaming out of your head and I said, why is water coming out of your hair? And you said, gravity is very compelling.
And then we jumped off Mount Olympus and flew through the clouds and you held your knee to your chest because you skinned it on a sharp cloud and then we fell into a salty lake. Then I woke up and the window frightened me and I thought: Eurydice is dead. Then I thought - Who is Eurydice? Then the whole room started to float and I thought: What are people? Then my bed clothes smiled at me with a crooked green mouth and I thought: who am I? It scares me Eurydice. Please come back.
Sarah Ruhl, Eurydice
White Noise by Don DeLillo