In my dream we lock ourselves in individually but that won’t keep us alive. The many layers of green paint on the walls have buckled and rotted.

In my dream the back wall contains strand by strand instructions for how to spin a spider web.

In my dream I agree to play them a country record from the 60’s but to find it I have to root around in the concrete bulkheads up and down the street.

In my dream I can’t afford to buy the building and when I look I’m wearing a small swim suit and cut away shorts so it’s out into the night streets of downtown Brooklyn with J to try to find at least a pair of sweatpants but the crowds are rowdy which makes J impatient when I demand that they hold my hand for safety in the jostling darkness.

In my dream the room is half jungle. It’s dim. We move through. The stacked exams are lightly furred.

In my dream there is a lobby with a dispenser.

In my dream I adjust my scarf and skirt and wait for the next message.

In my dream my bag is stolen and with it my phones, leaving me on the street with a few towels and no place to sleep. After initial panic I realized I still have my wallet and start to think through how difficult it will be for the thieves to take everything of mine.

In my dream I stand on Fifth Avenue and 23rd street, playing a video game on a handheld system. The game is set in a simplified Manhattan, so I walk my character down to the same intersection I’m standing at to see what the game’s version looks like.

In my dream he thinks it’s a good idea to offer all of us bumps of cocaine while we’re on the way to the airport.

In my dream my travel has brought me to downtown Manila where the thrill of being in a new country mixes with confusion and anxiety. The wide streets and gold edged, glassed lobbies glow in the early evening night. I need to book a flight.