In my dream two young men push their way into the back room of the shop where I work, ostensibly for water. Their manner touches on violence and I resent having to give them no cause to erupt.
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In my dream
In my dream the surfaces of the city are curdled with grit.
In my dream
In my dream I’ll fly back to London from Istanbul tomorrow, so I do some quick shopping in the warehouses: trying to find a knee length gingham shirt that fits leads me to a rack of over printed jeans in searing colors. I feel smug.
In my dream
In my dream we return to the character evaluation.
In my dream
In my dream Russ and Nadine are naturalists.
In my dream
In my dream I am having sex with A. He is so abundant everywhere. It’s like exploring a beautiful island.
In my dream
In my dream they have come back to the streets with a table.
In my dream
In my dream his speckled rubber mask fades into the dark green of the evening field. We peel it from the ground and debate it.
In my dream
In my dream I’m brought before a monstrous Hollywood fixer who proposes slicing one of my fingers because I have breached some part of my contract. I’m terrified at first, but become more and more belligerent, fighting him with brass lamps and eventually a gun I grab from him.
In my dream
In my dream we split the rough wood column revealing its Copenhagen Blue interior. On my next visit I look frantically for the blue beam because it houses the spirit of the community’s leader.