In my dream I enter into a low room and my grandfather and grandmother are there in the middle of a ceremony. It’s been so long since I’ve seen them, felt the connection. My grandfather and I embrace, singing together in the room’s orange light.something forgotten is rising in me.

In my dream I stand over them with a bag of gruel under their backs that I am trying to pop. I didn’t make it to the subway in time but I still have the upper hand.

In my dream we play a game of baseball on the lushly overgrown second floor of the structure. We are a group of vague travelers. Our opponents are a jovial lesbian collective. Up first, I score a run.

In my dream I’ve got to pack for my trip to Australia but as I walk by the pool I meet that guy I thought was cute and he wraps me in his arms.

In my dream the golden gel is folded.

In my dream every menu in this snack place is smeared with grainy green salad dressing. I’m looking for breakfast.

In my dream I follow the perimeter of the ferry’s deck, circling counterclockwise. Food is scarce down here and after I grab a gun I dive over the railing and swim towards the overgrown shore.

In my dream someone has drawn a snail and a rock on the questionnaire in green marker.

In my dream I am being chased by a thing that grows larger and more violent. Hiding does not work so I climb over and through the walls of the theaters and stores that line the alley.

In my dream the creature is transparent and burrows into his leg, turning the flesh bloated and spongy. They are trying to expell it, but it’s too late, the creature will infect others and the chaos dawns.