Bones

I had to hide some old decayed bones, that were evidence of some past crime.  I was not a party to the crime, but I knew I had to participate in the cover-up.  I buried them in the sandy soil of the floor of a barn.  The barn doors (there were two or three overhead type) faced up hill and it was clear that a lot of water flowed into and through the barn when it rained hard.  There were channels - stream beds - in the floor.  I avoided burying the bones in one of these, but later worried that I might have buried them too close to one of these streams and that they might be exposed during a heavy rain. 

A small group of mostly women came into the barn.  They started doing yoga or some kind of new age movement discipline that involved lying on the floor.  One woman was on a spot right where I had buried the bones.  She complained that the floor was lumpy there.  I hadn't had time to bury the bones very deeply and I was afraid she would uncover some if she tried smoothing the floor so I went and offered to lie on the spot so she would have a soft surface...