Start Dream. I’m babysitting two children in a supermarket. One is feral and one is tame. The tame one appears to be my son. The feral one appears to be an orphan. I catch the cretinous one eating his vomit at the check-out register. He doesn’t know what he is doing. I can’t seem to bear the responsibility of this grotesque child. Another man picks him up and leaves. Thank God, I am relieved of my custodial duties. As I walk home I see this little boy drowning in a gutter with the ghost of his body floating mid-air. The man who was meant to be taking care of him watches on idly. Fuck that. I intervene. I pick the boy up and pump the water from his chest. The sadness of the scene melts my heart. I love this little boy despite his rotten stench. He deserves my love as much as anyone in the world. We walk home. The tamer boy holds the feral boy’s hand. He kisses him and hugs him. They are both my sons. They always were. I just couldn’t see it. End of dream.