Sometimes I have this dream where 100 of my best friends  and I are invited to a mysterious palace full of strange puzzles and plush seating.  Some of my friends are ghost white. Some of my friends sleep with their head tucked into their bodies.  We line ourselves in rows.  Then there are fights or we find our place in the walls. Or our feet become liquid and we stand on glass.  When there’s music we burrow into chairs.  Then we become a commercial.