It was terrible. My grandma died and an old professor had to tell me about it. I couldn't find the strength to cry though. The grieving hadn't set in yet.

The professor decided to take me out for the day to help keep my mind off of it. We went to a carnival type gathering and there was a "coffin ride." You lay in a coffin, lid shut, then you rise up through the ground at a high speed and pop up and scare the other carnival goers. The professor impressed me with her knowledge of mechanical contraptions, asking the carney what type of engine the ride had, asking if we would be safe. I remember feeling a quirky admiration for my professor--just seeing a woman who knew about engines was rare.

Then we lied in the coffin and I woke up.