In my dream R is visiting from Europe and her new work is astonishing: elaborate drawings of entwined bodies and planned installations. She has transformed herself: her limbs are gone below the elbows and knees and across her back is a detailed tattoo of a hairy chest with defined abs. She has gone so far. I’m stunned and jealous.

In my dream the chunks of glass are glued to the rocks.

In my dream I feel that I’ve solved it.

In my dream the trembling dog leaps into my arms and her shaking reminds me that I haven’t taken care of her for days. The flood of guilt wakes me.

In my dream: three gray flashes at the edge of vision.

In my dream the sirens go off a few blocks over and I turn to my friends in exasperation, saying “I am so over him” meaning the mayor.

In my dream it is unclear if he is alive or not.

In my dream the guards slide bodies into the coffins they have propped up in the glade. The sun strikes the brightly colored lids whose shifting patterns betray their “AI” generated origins. This was inevitable.

In my dream: amused isolation.

In my dream the yellow river spreads out before us as we look down from the barge’s deck. Turning out around I see a towering rock with apartments carved into its surface twenty stories up.