I dreamt during my afternoon snooze that one of my sons, who was five or six at the time, had lost the right eye. I do not remember what happened, but the eye popped out of its socket. It hung loose around his mouth on a few intertwined strings. Mortified, I gently pushed the eyeball back in its place. It was essential to find a doctor as soon as possible. But the eye kept popping out over and over again. Every time I squeezed it back in its socket it looked less and less likely that it could be saved. At some point I felt that all was lost. I started crying and crying. For a long time I was sobbing and wailing out loud. When I woke up, I was surprised there were no tears on my pillow. It was completely dry. My beloved was sleeping by my side, which means that I was rather silent in my grief, as well. The right eye hanging loose on my son’s cheek stayed in my mind for a long time.