Last night….I had a strange dream where I was boarding a train over and over trying to catch up with my dad, and eventually I went to the city with my friends to light a fire in an old shack, where I met a man obsessed with gigantic knives who ran after me trying to kill me. When I finally got back to the train and back home a year’s time had passed, and everyone thought I was dead so in my honor they refused to cut the grass, so there were endless beautiful fields of mile-high grass stalks growing all around me. When my dream ended I saw my friend Clara in the front yard and a fanatic Sunday School teacher coming over the hills with her TV set to greet me.