Nothing you do has anything to do with you having once lived across the street and cutting through the grass, marking the tree with your knife and taking the stakes out of the flowerbed. In your dreams you come across the fence and find me standing in the shed. In my dreams you are sort of like the property line. You probably drink coffee and pay for it with a visa card which is embellished with the name of your favorite charity on the front. If I had to bet I would say its an organization that sponsors sea turtles. Do you know what seems familiar? Sea turtles.