In those dreams, I’m living my life as it currently is in that old house. It was a huge, lovely space, with a massive garden and backyard that I wish I’d appreciated more and even a warehouse-type structure in the back that would have made a very nice gym and yoga studio. But we are here and this is now, as I often tell myself when thinking about the past. Still, every now and then, I like to sit with the memory of that house, the warm breezes through the screen windows, the cats that made it a home, fresh ensaymada from the neighborhood bakery, dancing in the family room with my mother, and parties parties parties, so I suspect that the dreams will continue.