We all have weird dreams once in a while. I was awoken from one Saturday morning that involved the first two houses I grew up in, the parking lot at work as well as my previous car Gertie (and subsequent wondering if I’d been evading taxes until I remembered I no longer owned Gertie), a rack of formal clothes I’d supposedly worn in high school in my room that I started trying on to see if they still fit, a standoff with an odious person I know but can’t remember now after I put a coat I’d tried on on a rack of clothes threaded through the big tree at the edge of the parking lot, Regina King taking a phone call in my room, a bunch of harvested very large onions and smallish pumpkins, a talk with a bunny under the trees at the edge of the fence at our old house after first mistaking it for some hyacinths, and family photos on the hallway walls (we didn’t have any there) that included one of Alice Cooper in full makeup.

The animal kingdom seems just as confused about it as I am.