In my dream we share a joke about the three food shops at the bottom of the street. Light reflects off of the pork in the window.

In my dream light winds through the streets. We are happy.

In my dream I watch the music video Erica Henderson has made with her new band. It takes place in the subway, on a disc.

In my dream the courtyard is filled with stuff for the game, seen in glitchy black and white.

In my dream it’s spider season, as proven by the cobwebs that spiral out from each lamp and plant on my shelves.

In my dream it is colored like an oyster and knee deep.

In my dream we sit in the cafeteria and design the community teaching program, based around twenty-one hour blocks.

In my dream the plague doctors are once again confirming twenty-one shapes.

In my dream there are two different sizes of boxing ring but only one has enough room for us to lie down after we have laid all the equipment out.

In my dream A and I are rolling around together and as much as I would like to continue, I kiss their hip and tell them my event starts in just an hour.