I dream that I’m sitting on a bench next to a wealthy couple. The husband is telling me about the last thing he bought and how happy it is about it. I tell him that I saw a yellow and black butterfly, he’s fascinated by it and I know I’ve convinced him that money ain’t that important.

The wife is not gonna be that easy. I invite her to a castle where Reese from Malcom in the Middle is brewing a stinky potion. I know that’s just what her truculent personality needs.