Will you tell me again about your dream, your fear that the fish were finished—“finished fish”…maybe you’re the poet, Lilly-Anne—that the lake, the life-blood of our village, was…was what? What do you think was happening in the dream? Why were the fish finished? And who was the predator? Who was the prey? I just want to know what the dream felt like, if it was all frightening, or if there was some sort of redemption. Who did you relate to in the dream?