I dreamed I was with Owen at a carnival in a city. He was unusually candid with me and asked how much is a person supposed to change? He and I talked about how much he’s changed. Somehow, like it happens in dreams, he became Miles. At first I was not sure if it was him or Miles, but I figured out it was Miles. I walked behind him, slightly behind him, and watched him walk. His blonde hair. His long gait. His presence.