I dreamt that it had become so hot and dry around the world that everyone had to carry a bag of liquid. It was not exactly water. Instead, it was a combination of distilled body liquids that would be essential to save a person from dying from thirst. The bag was rectangular and flat. It was black, and it had engraved on it the essential information about the person carrying it. Made of sturdy but soft plastic, it had to be carried close to one’s body at all times. The liquid was intended only for extreme situations, when nothing else could save someone’s life. Body liquids were extracted from dead people, too. Having been distilled, they would be used by someone else. Recycling of body liquids became essential in an ever-dryer world. I remember being stunned when I learned that my bag contained my own body liquids because I had almost died not long ago. I could not figure out exactly what had happened to me, but I was somehow revived in the nick of time. The bag with my distilled body liquids was to be recycled, but it was I who got it in the end. When I woke up, I stared toward the ceiling for a long time. The dream weighed heavily upon me. It was hot, and I pushed away my cover. This is how I eventually fell asleep again and how I woke up in the morning.