Things are just things, you know...but there is this one thing, and I'm a bit embarrassed to say it even anonymously on a forum but here goes:

There's a stuffed animal that I sat down and talked to for fifteen minutes every night for thirty nights back a quarter of a century ago. I was trying to start a dialogue with a little alter who I knew was there but there had never been any co-consciousness. We broke through on the thirtieth day. We knew the stuffed animal wasn't her - but didn't know where to focus our conversation internally so having something external gave us something to focus on. Ever since then, she has come to think of that stuffie as the personification of her - a body she could imagine her own.

We know it isn't her per se, but we both have a lot invested in that idea and it brought us together - so it means an awful lot to both of us. Steal my car...I might just watch you drive off because really, it's just a thing and people are more important than things...but touch that stuffed animal and I don't trust what I would do.

What is your dream job?