I dream that I’m going grocery shopping with my cousin; we pick the usual supermarket, always the same one. We get bread, squid, beef. The police is waiting for us outside, I wear my Falcon wings (yes, the Marvel one) and fly away. I get home and find out my mom has been arrested; my dad and brother are waiting for me in the living room, they explain that the country is now under a dictatorship and we’ve lost our freedom of speech. How long have I been out, I wonder. And also, is the police listening to us through our phones? Dad gives me a green glowy sticker, he’s acting like it’s very important. I stick it to my mug and drink some tea; I’m now transported into a magical dream world where I can talk to my mom. I’m a small boy and she is Princess Leia.