It's the madness of last night's dream, which seemed to hold the key to something, but as luck would have it dissolved into whisps of brain fog drifting away into the aether as I awoke. The madness of attempting to piece it back together, to arrange the pieces of the puzzle. In another dream last week I was transporting the dead, in a van, although they were "awake" and seemingly content. they did sit very still. But then some substance, like raw eggs landed on their heads and I had to stop and clean them up. They seemed unfazed by it. The madness of raw eggs on the heads of the dead.