I'm in a graveyard, by the sea. It is a flat green field, which seems bordered on three sides by water, either a cliff to the ocean, or to a river.

As I'm walking through the graveyard, I am being pulled in some direction as if by magnetism. I have trouble walking because of the tug, and it isn't clear where it draws me. After struggling for a while to go in my own direction, I decide instead to follow it. I lie down on my back in the grass and, pushing just slightly with my legs, follow the magnetism wherever it leads.

A gardener comes by, sees me on my back in the grass, and asks me what I am doing. I explain about the magnetism.