In my dream the syrup is thick and my eyes are blurred.
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In my dream
In my dream we get back and have to carry two huge taffeta gowns back to the recesses of the apartment which turns out to be under the control of an eastern European gangster. Entering his territory is tense and turns into a standoff where I am jabbing the handle of a paintbrush into his back, pretending it’s a gun. Luckily he finds this funny and lets us through.
In my dream
In my dream the bus is full but not crowded,so I can see down the aisle and look at him as I gently begin to sing REM’s “Man on The Moon” to general approval.
In my dream
In my dream we want the woods.
In my dream
In my dream it’s April and raw. We resign ourselves to his sleep.
In my dream
In my dream rain begins to fall outside of the restaurant at the top of the hill. We’re lined up at the door, students and teachers, joking about the trip. A student is explaining that she needs to get a band together for her project. The dark clouds boil outside.
In my dream
In my dream his face darkens and we move downstairs. It’s a comedy.
In my dream
In my dream the digital outline of the shack moves back and forth.
In my dream
In my dream we’re clustered around the restaurant waiting for the final word on whether or not her son has survived the stroke he had on set.
In my dream
In my dream the cascade is light but holds a happy dog.