In my dream we are accepting of her “indebted information” under the gray sky.
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In my dream
In my dream we have packed away most things around the brown tufted arm chair, revealing the corpse of an elderly woman. My friend rests her head against the naked, wrinkled back and smiles faintly, shaking her head “no” when I say “Do we know who she is?”
In my dream
In my dream: ragged chunks of fire breath in her heads.
In my dream
In my dream the X-ray shows the gold bar to be solid, with no interior chamber.
In my dream
In my dream: flashes of ceremony on a round game platter.
In my dream
In my dream I wander past the brightly lit, trashy shoe stores of the Tenderloin, protecting my phone and trying to photograph the shredded street art.
In my dream
In my dream it’s time to assemble my newest design: adorable modular backpacks.
In my dream
In my dream I am collecting up and packing the unclaimed art from the year to take back home and make into something else.
In my dream
In my dream I’m stuck at the encore part of a show by an electro pop band of middling pretension when a security goon shows up at my seat and tosses an iPad at me that supposedly contains evidence of me “smoking downstairs”. It’s a lie, but I dislike the music so much I’m fine with being thrown out.
In my dream
In my dream I drift through the house playing guitar in accompaniment to the surviving First Ladies and their children as they sing some mildly uplifting pop song of remembrance. The light is diffused all through the streets of the German town when the festival is being held.
In my dream
In my dream I do close-up magic for Orson Welles while I mock the agents who are following me. I’m more worried about messing up the trick than being arrested.