"I walked into the farmhouse where I grew up, I was doing things in the kitchen I looked down and muff my dog who died 35 years ago was looking at me smiling and my best friend Kathy's three dachshunds we're picking fur matts off the muff. I realized my friend was going to be worried sick about her dogs. What was very surprising as they were very happy and not parking and they bark constantly. I tried calling her on my phone for some reason I had a Rick and Morty app that was glitchy and wouldn't let me text Kathy... I tried and tried and tried and I couldn't get a hold of her. My sister Barry shows up and tells me that something is wrong with my phone case so I take it off and my phone immediately blows up to about the size of a poster. My other sister Bambi shows up and said I can call her on her phone but of course I don't know her number it's on my phone. My nephew Ezra shows up grabs the humongous phone and said I had to take it all apart and reboot it and I definitely did not want to do that. In the meantime my son Eli who I guess now is about four is getting something out of the oven without his oven mitts on and I know he's kind of burned himself and I'm worried sick and I start yelling at him and then I feel really bad I yelled at him. And then I start worrying again because poor Kathy must be worried sick about her dachshunds. All this is happening at The farmhouse where I grew up pretty much in the kitchen. Then I woke up cuz I had to go to the bathroom"