As we pressed our faces to the windows to look at the yard , I could n't help but wonder why we would need a key to unlock a door from the inside .

A: What is the narrator likely to do next with their face against the glass ?

" Changes ? " " We ... the people in the dream , " the monk said falteringly , " they 're us , but not ... they 're different ... and then something changes , and they are us . " Hakkai stared mystified at his companion once he had finished his labored statement . " What ? "

A: Are you familiar with the people in the dream or are they random people ?

I grew older and my dreams changed a bit . I no longer expect someone to shield me from harm and protect me from the world , not because I did n't want it , but because life 's hardships come for you even if there is someone there to stand in the way and sometimes that person may falter and need you to be there for them instead . So , what I wanted instead was a friend to talk to . Someone who would not judge and who loved me enough to be blunt when the time called .

A: What happened after you grew older ?

I would n't say I was fat but I was chubby . Regardless of the extra weight I was carrying I was feeling much happier than I had been years . The happiness must have shown because a boy named Eugene asked me to come over to his house and hang out . Eugene and I hung out pretty regularly for the next three months until one day I walked out to my car to find a note attached to my windshield wiper .

A:
Who is the note from/