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More atmosphere than detail to recall. Somehow, I am Hypatia of Alexandria (the mathematician and philosopher, murdered by a mob of Christians in 415).
But it is not clear from what I remember whether I am still alive, or simply floating about, reviewing what other people are saying about me, while they are unaware of my presence. A sense that people regret what they said, that they are confessing to other intimates how they spread various rumors about me, without realizing that there might be some harmful aftereffect from doing so.
A very atmospheric dream, the sense of a desert city, ancient architecture, the life of the bazaar and the decline of classical, Greco-Roman culture in the Alexandria I imagine to have existed around 415 C.E. The sense of invisible eavesdropping on secret confessions and intimate revelations.