The first thing I remember is that I apparently have a child (it would seem Ive had it for several weeks now); obviously it is the child of my girlfriend and me. The child itself never appears to me, but it is simply known that I have one. My mother, always clad in this gold and black dress she always used to wear in Bali, is supportive and takes care of us, bringing us butter and olive oil and generally being omnipresent. Friends of mine from home are mingling around like they do in real life, and one friend who would usually appear as a sleazy drunk is now a well-paid secretary for someone rich. I remember distinctly walking into a room that was a combination of one of the fraternity house on campus, Geneva Cointrin, and my kitchen at homethis room, though, is filled with potted plants, and it begins to fill up with children. My mother disappears, and the room turns into a hybrid of the basement of one of the CMU houses, and the cafeteria from my elementary school.
