How do you feel, Taylor Gonzales?

I had a dream you were in a sort of mental institution that was also a reality TV show. You were very sick and your story was very interesting, so you got a lot of air time. Almost every week you would bake a cake in a heart-shaped pan and take a polaroid of yourself holding the cake. You would then date it and write a few sentences on it and mail it to me. This went on for about a year, and then you died. You were very sick. I had a stack of about 40 polaroids. I sorted through them and picked out my favorite from each month.