Tonight I dream that not everyone can become an Architecture Firm Owner. Not everyone can write like Shakespeare or play the guitar like Les Paul. Sometimes Dave Chappelle murmurs things, knowing we couldn’t say that. I am in a typhoon in the Caspian Sea trying to colonize nearby land, goblin sharks circling our ship, forgotten and unheard of. But then a Kraken takes our ship down, and I don’t know if I will be sent to the Isle of Man. Instead, I get sent to a random cafe in France. The waitress says “Bonjour,” and I say “K I'll have the chocolate chip pancakes with a Thai iced tea,” except we aren’t in Thailand, and they don't have my pancakes. My friends say we should pick up the pancakes and go to Thailand. I tell them I am down. When we get to Thailand, we go to a fortune teller named Vantablack, and my freshly stitched moccasins are already dirty. The fortune tells me I am so tall and should watch my head because the room is small. He first asks, “How many problems you got?” I tell him “a lot.” He tells us that some people win, some people lose, some people are known, some are unknown. He charges us 101,000 dollars. We don’t have money for Thai iced tea anymore.