The other night I dreamed that we were running a Frozen Banana Stand out of the living room of my parents' first house in Auburn. We had the yellow button-down shirts and everything. A poor family (gypsies?) came to the door, but they didn't want frozen bananas; they wanted a scarf for their baby. I went hunting through my things and found a scarf fragment just long enough for the baby. The family wasn't very grateful, but at least they left.