After my mother dropped her body, my father and I moved into an apartment. Meals then consisted of hamburger helpers, spaghetti, and something, anything related that was simple.

Shortly after we moved in, I had a three-part nightmare that lasted all night into the next night. It involved, from what I can remember, a giant hand, a figure on a dock, and a lion who was enveloped in shadow. Now that I am an adult living in Conway, I rarely dream of anything.