I had a dream about you. We were checking in to a haunted hotel, and you said you forgot your toothbrush. I told you my left pants pocket was empty if you wanted to clean your teeth with that, but you said you’d rather suffer through halitosis, because you thought my pocket was empty because it was full of ghosts. I laughed off the comment, but inside I was angry, because I didn’t know how you were able to see the invisible. You must have been on Team Helen Keller to have been able to figure out my trickery.