Several times in my life I’ve woken up and exclaimed that I had just had the most bizarre dream of my life. All of those instances pale in comparison to last night, when I traveled into the recent past to carry someone's sweater, used that sweater to warm someone on a hospital gurney in a cold parking lot, visited a high-security high school, flew on a sleek vessel into Earth’s distant future, procreated with a human/butterfly hybrid, was pursued by males of her kind for stealing their women and diluting their race, became a human/butterfly hybrid myself, got an MRI to see what my new insides looked like, retransformed back into a human, woke up within my dream to explain what a crazy dream I had, assumed that I was delirious with the flu, had blood painfully drawn from both wrists, then laid down on a screened-in porch and asked not to be bothered. That was my most bizarre dream of my life.