The place was like home in some ways, but it was part of a war being fought by animals and children.

An enormous animal, probably a cat or a dog, threw something into the garden. Instinctively, I knew it was deadly glass, but I didn’t know how it killed as it’s easy to avoid stepping on glass when you know it’s there. As I’d predicted, the missile shattered into seemingly infinite shards of glass, but in a limited area that could be avoided. This puzzled me.

Someone I’d known from my first job walked up to me. He tried to say something, but when he opened his mouth he spewed huge amounts of glass shards. I marveled and feared.

I was back at my parents’ trailer, where I noticed my brother’s bedroom had been ripped out. Now my parents had a large, comfortable sitting room connected to their bedroom, but I didn’t understand how they’d accomplished building such a big room at the back by removing a small room at the front. It was pleasing and puzzling and strange.