In my dream a large family arrives to rent the next apartment for the weekend. On the way in, a young man knocks a rack of brightly colored key chains to the floor. I loudly try to shame him into cleaning them up while he tries to slip away.

In my dream the yellowing cardboard corners are part of the tallying.

In my dream the guitar’s body is covered in tanned, inscribed hide.

In my dream the sign’s paint runs across the snow.

In my dream the path outside of the cabin is lined with the unresting dead. We are inside dipping in and out of sleep, getting ready to fuck. After finding my third flea jumping around on our bodies, I begin to suspect that J has been sneaking them in to irritate us.

In my dream I’ve clawed it together.

In my dream it’s time to leave work ,but the surge of people arriving at the door from above ground seems to mean that the buildings upstairs are being evacuated. There is no way out. No one knows anything, we joke, as one girl spins down the open elevator shaft.

In my dream all the doors open.

In my dream the white stools are stacked high, I look down as they shift beneath me.

In my dream I chat to her trying to impress her with what I’ve been up to. Yesterday we were on the same side. Today? No. She won’t be thawed.