Honestly I know no one gives a shit about other people’s dreams, but I can’t shake mine from last night. I was a patient in a psychiatric facility and was clearing dishes from the cafeteria tables. I came to this one place setting that was a newspaper and a can of Coke, and when I went to throw it out someone stopped me (my sister Stacy?) and said to leave it, that no one ever cleared it because it was Pepa’s (our grandfather who died like 8 years ago). I got annoyed by the sentiment and threw it out anyway. Every few seats I would come to this type of setting again and again, until I finally looked around and saw several setups just like it. All seats previously held by Pepa, all preserved. I finally realized the futility of my efforts, collapsed into one of the chairs and cried uncontrollably. I swear I woke up with eyes exhausted from sobbing.