dreams of crystals surrounding a home, looking for the one with memory. finding explosives and stealing them before reporting it. a crack running through a sidewalk as i sat near the home entrance. inside the coffee table is a display case. someone decides the cat in costume on the left isn’t wanted. my mom takes it out and undresses it and i realize the cat is alive. they are all alive, frozen in poses. how long? 6 years. i cry. i make signs pleading for their release but my penmanship isn’t good enough. my dad takes my sisters on a zombie boat and they love it. they need someone who can tie knots with joy.