I was lying in bed next to Angela crying, and telling her how afraid I was to die. Then we ended up in something that looked like the deep ocean, and there were these fish-like spirits floating around, all swarming and fighting to get to this one tiny hole in the water, and I then realized that this is where spirits go to try to be born. I also then realized that the process is similar when people die—it’s just as hard to die as it is to be born.

I wake up and realize that Emma is in the other room and she’s hungry. I put some food in her bowl. I go outside and see all of my plants and shrubs but they’re in my parents’ yard. Some of them have died. The ground is very dry and I know that the plants need water. I look up and see dark storm clouds above, but I know that I can make them go away. I go back inside and try to make the clouds clear away. I go back outside, look up and watch the clouds roll away. I walk into the kitchen, look down and see that I had placed a bowl of Life cereal and milk down for Edison, and realize that he hadn’t come by to eat it. The cereal is soggy. I pick up a piece of soggy Life and eat it.

i’m about to leave the house (it’s not our house) and start walking into the parking lot towards my car, and I have this annoying guy on my back. I walk out the door with him on my back and finally I’m able to shake him off. It starts raining. I turn around to go back to the house and find that the other door to the house had been left wide open by someone. I walked to the back yard garage area and opened the door, and Emma was locked back there. I gave her a pet and was glad she was there. I realized that Edison must have gotten out of the house. I saw him in the distance, at the bottom of a large hill covered with leaves and trees in the backyard, he was right next to a busy street. I was relieved to see that he hadn’t traveled far, I knew he was smart enough not to stray too far, and smart enough not to run into the street. I called to him and he ran up the hill to me, and I started crying. I was so happy that he was back with me. I went into the house and called my mom to express how angry I was that someone had left the door open. She responded but didn’t make any sense, “I think I was dreaming. It’s not 9pm it’s just before 6am.”

i was standing over Edison, carefully trimming his hair. I made very delicate and deliberate cuts to the fur, mainly around his back and sides. Then I moved to be right in front of him, noticed a few extra pieces of fur but didn’t cut them, and I looked at him and said “you look perfect”

We’re walking around, me and the realtor, looking at small yellow houses. I see one to the left that is a stucco California-style house and ask, “oh is that yours?” We then turn around to our right, and we walk up to this house for sale. The realtor grabs the info sheet from the for sale sign and says he can get more info from the seller. I look up and notice that the house consists of just a huge stone concrete grayish yellow staircase in the front, a chimney in the back, and a cement slab foundation, all grayish yellow. I can tell that they’re very old. “Isn’t that a teardown?” I ask the realtor. “That’s not a teardown” he says, “This is a teardown” and points across the street to the right, showing me a nearly identical yard and foundation, but with no staircase and chimney. I realized that a teardown meant not being able to sell as a complete house. He then said, while talking about the house on the right, “You can imagine what this place would look like with a newer staircase, maybe a spiral staircase”. I said “Maybe something like across the street, simple and straight up.” I thought maybe even a ladder attached to the side of the concrete block could work too, but maybe too difficult to carry your groceries home. I then realized that I was in Easthampton. I looked up and noticed that the room was big and had a 1940s feel to it. There were a few people in town wearing 1940s clothes, and there was a shelf with items and a ceiling fan from that area. We walked to the right out of the town common to a dark table with a bunch of coffee mugs on the table, all filled, covered and ready to grab. There is an old woman sitting at the table. The realtor sits down, he’s now a wise old man. The question is asked, by either the old man or woman, “How do you feel about death?” The old man takes a coffee and responds, “Life is like spices, growing sweeter each season.” He then says, “So many things have been so many other things.”