I’m walking down a crowded city street, but somehow it’s just me and the sun, one on one. Everyone around me looks like moving silhouettes against the intense light. But one man coming towards me I can see clearly, dressed all in gold, as if he just hopped out of the sun. He stops in front of me and holds my gaze with his eyes that are the same golden-bronze color as the doorknobs in my house. I instinctively put out my hands to accept what he’s giving me. He takes off his right arm and right ear and says, “These are for you”. I wake up.