I had no jewel under my pillow, but a few nights ago I dreamed about following a young Asian boy through a city made of cardboard boxes and then up a wet sandbar into a grounded ship that had a hole in the side. As I was walking up into the hold of the ship, I saw lots of shiny eyes looking at me, and then I woke up. It was so vivid I could smell the smoke from the cooking fires in the box city, and the overpowering stench of rotten fish in the ship. I wasn’t scared though, because the boy was always ahead of me and he kept stopping to let me catch up. He was dressed in orange and white soft clothes.