In my dream the women are forced to bathe each other in “green iodine” before the next trial. The field is gridded with syringes. I hope for a swift, simple death.

In my dream the women are forced to bathe each other in “green iodine” before the next trial. The field is gridded with syringes. I hope for a swift, simple death.

In my dream a head shakes.

In my dream we both understand how important it is to inflate the rubber rooster crest on his head.

In my dream a wave of cops pushed out of the buildings entrance and into the surrounding scaffolding, leaving them packed and crushed against the green bars. They are yelling, contorted and hurting each other as they struggle. I keep walking.

In my dream I’ve popped the whole peach into my mouth and swallowed it down before I notice that all the fruit is moldy.

In my dream there is a little more beneath the unfurling.

In my dream a solid painted wagon.

Here’s some proof of what I am bigger than.

In my dream Fred Rogers is alive and visiting and I get to tell everyone how much and why I love him.

In my dream there is caution but then tenderness.