I ask Joe what he dreamt about last night, he says Bread, then I tell him about mine, and I remember it as I tell him: I dreamt that I was driving a jeep, into Water? Into the ocean? What I don’t tell him is that dreaming of water signifies newness, renewal, change, and that I’m basically once a week dreaming of water at this point, because as much as we try to make his days predictable and the same, HE himself is changing daily, so much so that suddenly now, I can have full conversations with him. That’s not a good idea, to drive into water, mama, he fully says. Try not to do that next time.