In my dream I’m getting a ride with the cartoonist whose long legs straddle the tiny vintage car he drives. How we are going to share the two narrow leather seats I don’t know.

In my dream I’m shoeless in the coffee shop so I quickly order a toasted corn muffin with butter. I see the guy brandish it by the cash register in the location across the street, but once I get there every single staffer has some kind of banter meaning that in all of our joking my frustration builds. It’s crowded, friendly, mocking.

In my dream: distance, benevolence and something like a dog.

In my dream I fly across the field using breath of fire.later we sort hats and J colors in the couch with a Cheeto.

In my dream a soft voice begins and remains.

In my dream the furred orange column of times I’ve cried marks the end of the field.

In my dream there is some choice that feels comforting when seen from above.

In my dream I try to decide on the best color to weave into the dolls small cloak. Orange wins out.

In my dream they need to be rearranged on the trays.

In my dream I look at the assistant’s face through the higher resolution camera and think “this is going to be complicated”.