In my dream as everything zooms in, I help a squishy beetle from its chrysalis.
Category: Uncategorized
In my dream
In my dream something is trying to break through. We put on leather billed caps, and push down on the steel table tops with our fists while it shoves back. The ceiling drips a syrup that you can’t get in your mouth. Whatever it is it will win.
In my dream
In my dream I find a place for their presence and the house is old and extensive in the right way. I’m fooling myself to think I belong and the door while closed is just propped between the girl and the street. How safe is that? That’s my final thought.
In my dream
In my dream a clear glass cockpit.
In my dream
In my dream short thick fur covers my body. A word rings in my head: selkie.
In my dream
In my dream I wrap myself around him and bury my nose in his hair.
In my dream
In my dream I must escape through the holodeck. It’s been programmed as a spiraling warehouse: shipping containers, steel archways, retail game displays and occupied surgical tables. It’s hard to generate so much stuff: the recesses glitch, and gravity is floaty, my movement slow and unsteady. Dread pulses steadily in my chest.
In my dream
In my dream I’m offended by her presumption about teaching me “Performance in your culture, from the West Side”. I’m piling up objections in my head while we roll around.
In my dream
In my dream picking a pink flail.
In my dream
In my dream there is a small bit of fencing.