I had an incredible dream ... no, flashback. I saw my grandmother, Prapaipis, who died sixty years ago. I was crawling on a highly polished wooden floor. She was watching me. It was very vivid.

Behind her there were some voices speaking in Chinese. I don't know who they were.

It wasn't really a dream. It was more like a memory. The texture of the floor was real. It was so highly polished.