In my dream the crimped black paper cube is passed from hand to hand.
In my dream
In my dream I down a pint of beer: the first two gulps are crisp like a pilsner but then it quickly turns thick and honeyed against my tongue.
In my dream
In my dream we ask if the person currently in the role is going to continue when the show leaves previews. The response is that the doors of the cargo elevator close in silence.
In my dream
In my dream I turn the box in my hands over and over, remembering each time that the contents are blue and pink.
In my dream
In my dream there is a lull in the campus lockdown, so I take the time to shop for a costume at the thrift store, picking out a split brown belt that I slip over my head as a kind of medallion, matching my brown vinyl pants. I’ll need to get inside soon.
In my dream
In my dream there is the bog.
In my dream
In my dream T and P have taken a chair out of their living room, revealing the wooden floor. I am shocked, but can breathe.
In my dream
In my dream she keeps urging me to authenticate the coloring book she holds near her khaki outfit. Her persistence is a motif.
In my dream
In my dream he offers to let me get behind the wheel of the steel cart so that I can drive it around the parking structure and pull up next to the stacked wooden crates. I am Shakey but only slam into the wall once, explaining that I still can’t quite gauge the pedals through my shoes.
In my dream
In my dream I try to figure out which waffles will go with the stack of various enameled plates I’ve purchased at the outdoor sale.
In my dream
In my dream he shows me how the gantry works and once I see how it slides across the ceiling I start to plan an installation with layers of hanging chains draped into a proscenium. I find my notebook on the building’s roof.