It was the summer of July, 1986. That's where

It was the summer of July, 1986. That's where it all began.

The winter of July 1986 had been tough. But as I said, it began in the summer of July 1986. Geraldine had thrown away our grandmother's best

china, along with her makeup and perfume. She cried as she threw everything out, and I cried as well, but I was also angry at her.

So angry that I shouted, "MARCHING FISHES!" and a torrent of colorful fish hurled themselves out of the plumbing at my girlfriend or mother or whoever this other character is.

Then I take a hard look at my mother's face. Except all I could see was Susan Sarandon holding my hand instead of my mother. I took a step back and she answered the phone in the fo

yer.. Silence on the other end... The waiting game... Susan spoke. "Sugar and spice. I'm Janet Weiss. Yes I am. So very nice. How may I make your dreams a reality?"

She waited for a reply, her face expresion unchanged. The question was difficult to answer "My dreams.. I could maybe.. no thats silly.. what about?.." the indecision went on for

three days. from dawn to dusk, every day he searched in the darkest recesses of his mind for the truest dream he could find. He remembered when

he felt deja vu. A sense of repetition like now. The moment sucked him into the past cycling the beginning and the end of his dreams. For three days, from dawn to dusk,

he felt deja vu. A sense of repetition like now. The moment sucked him into the past cycling the beginning & the end of his dreams. For 3 days, from dawn to dusk, he felt deja vu.