I had a dream about you. We were at a party and I asked you what you did for a living. You said you were a weirkeeper, and I didn’t want to seem weird and ask you what that was, so I pretended like I knew, but inside I was furious that you made me feel stupid. How could you do that to me? You don’t even know me and you’re already tearing me down. I felt like a fish out of water that had just been trapped.