I dream about mexican vice magazine, an article about people hibernating, you pass your hand over the ground, a few inches above it, feel to see if there is any disturbance in air pressure. Then brush away the mud and sand and there's a kind of small trap door, two small doors. You open them. They're on a hinge and its all clogged with mud and sand. Filled in. You open it and theres more mud and sand. You pull it out of the way and there is
what looks like dead worms. You pull that and its actually hair. You pull the face up. Theres nothing for a bit. Then they wake up and start gasping for air.