i had a dream of mister. i wrote a note, mister ice dream. i looked in pictures and found one titled me and mister ice dream. in the dream we were in a house on the 2nd floor with a window you could step out of and onto a soft slanted roof. mister stepped out ahead of me, walked to the edge, and dove, into iced water. then i woke up. it was a hot night. how long ago did mister die? i don't know, three years. he was always out of time. not often, he still visits me in dreams. he still tells me things.