I dream that grandma G. is alive and I’m at her place teaching her how to print from a computer. Then I dream that I’m babysitting a blond toddler, a butterfly gets in the room and she grabs it with her pudgy little hands, almost killing it. I also inevitable dream that it’s the first day of school and I don’t want to go, so many years have passed, all my classmates have grown up and moved on, and I’m still here.