Dreamed of a large abalone locket. When you opened it, it played that horrible jack-in-the-box version of pop goes the weasel. Inside was a porcelain portrait of a woman. If you looked with a magnifier, you could see that her eyebrows spelled the word “little” and the grains of black diamonds that framed her face spelled out the names of 92 ancestors. Also, the world was an empty and dark tv store with midnight blue carpet. We built a loft in there out of display cases since there was nowhere else to go.