Dreams buzz around my mind like bees around their hive. In my dreams I am young, usually about thirty years old. My hair is thick and brown again, and my feet and knees do not hurt. I often have superhuman strength, or can fly, or become invisible. I am connected to the flowers, to the earth. I move through these dreams the way bees carry pollen. I am beautiful, and can almost taste the honey. The queen is pleased with what I do, and with who I am. Oh look; it's time for bed!