machinery
I was jolted awake this morning by the rattling sound of a diesel engine starting up.
A truck? Why is there a truck in my driveway? No... not my driveway. Where am I? ...OK. I know where I am.
I tried to chase down the dream I'd been having but it was receding fast. Something was... moving... No, it's gone. I can't remember it.
One sentence remained stuck in my head, balanced on the knife-edge of consciousness, as if it were the last sentence spoken in a conversation just as I was awakened:
"I need you to find the machine that brings women back from the dead."