I have a recurring dream. I pull the mask off my face and drink something red. I get on the train at 7th Ave and stare out the window over the bridge. I get off at 7th Ave and walk up hundreds of stairs. I pass by an open-air cafe with an awning with a pattern of dots that spells DREAM. I walk into a cold tower and take the elevator to the fifth floor, telling myself, "If I can love my dreams, I can love my life." Then I wake up.