Had a dream about my old house in redfields. My dad told me that there had been a slug and mold epidemic, and if anyone let the grass get higher than four inches the house would start to collapse upon itself. I went inside and down to the basement and the walls were bowed in and crumbling so I hurried out quickly. All of a sudden I was back in France trying to catch the metro but it was dark and silent and I wasn’t sure where I was going.