I am wandering, hypnopompic, through a dream, but it is a dream almost entirely without plot or action. I am watching a section of dry earth, and I do not know if it is horizontal (the ground) or vertical (the face of a cliff). The earth before me is flowing downward past my eyes or I am moving forward over it. I cannot tell which. The earth is a light brown and jagged. At times, in places, red ants crawl out of the earth and crawl over it like the shadow of a cloud. The movement of the earth speeds up, and my view becomes blurry. The morning sunlight shines through my eyelids, and the view disappears.