From my e-diary in March 2000:
A friend told me of two dreams she had last night.
In one, she was part of a Mafia family. She was attending a funeral when everyone started machine-gunning everyone else; she was hiding behind a gravestone, dodging bullets.
Her other dream was set in Roman times. She was lying, stretched along the top of a wall. On one side of the wall sat her husband, the emperor. She felt herself wobbling on the wall, her balance failing. Another man walked along the other side of the wall and she felt vertigo setting in, her wobbling increasing, her fear of falling off the wall increasing.