In my dream Sharrin arrives in a Victorian travel outfit with a violet  blouse and a fur edged mantle. When we kiss hello she punches me square in the gut.

In my dream I’m heading down Columbus Avenue  and take a quick detour into the Polish supermarket: the aisles are stacked with produce until they are a maze of interlaced onions, celery and red cabbage.

In my dream I cross Broadway towards the video store.”Who puts a monkey on a soldier?”

In my dream I feel the air rushing through my jaws.

In my dream I am seated down front for a production of “Applause”. The bathrooms are cruisy but only have white sailcloth dividers, so I’m flushing the toilet with my foot. A neighbor displays journals and self burned CDs on a small table during intermission.

In my dream my bustling and chattiness makes David Lee Roth joke with me and then offer to give me a kiss.

In my dream we are outdoors preparing their wedding.

In my dream the toys are cardboard backed blister packs that contain piles of greasy black plastic guns.

In my dream I’m heading home through downtown and trying to figure out what cheap food I’m going to indulge in. The  pleasure I envision is tinged with the pornographic.

In my dream there are two of us attending the seminar in secret. We are getting ready to compare notes.

In my dream another art professor carries a giant pole, festooned in trash, along Mission.

In my dream I can’t bring myself to complete the drawing, or get dressed.

In my dream I’m in the garden for a few minutes  before it becomes clear that I’m there for a trial before the academic council and will probably be fired.