Conditional Reality

My friend Idaho Zoomlens died many years ago from a brain disease. I dream about him four or five times a month. In the dreams he shows me pictures of his family and his retirement house in Arizona. A year before he died, Idaho told me he had a feeling his time was up. We were college kids and owned nothing, but he made a will, giving me everything. Sometimes in the dreams he asks to see that document. I show it to him. Amazing days, he says, when we could write our lives on half a sheet of paper.