Next time someone says they're "living the dream" ask them, which one? The one where you forgot your pants again, but you're already on stage? Or the one where you've gotten separated from your mother in that old nameless antique shop and you can hear her voice close by but can never find her?

You turn every corner of the cramped and dusty shop, but after every line of shelves is another aisle, and another, and another. You have trouble stepping over those piles of... what are they?? You don't have time to stop and examine the things here, your mother... you can't hear her voice any more.