In my dream I slip on the vintage gold platforms in time to shop the antiques. Even though one is a little split, I love what they do for my outfit.

In my dream we are in a quiet, sophisticated and somewhat downbeat Casper cartoon from the 1940’s: a sideshow of rag-tag ghosts who wryly go about their day.

In my dream he is a dog. He was a dog.

In my dream I grasp at a floor plan from the back of a car. Riding is not an issue.

In my dream a routine plaza. A band of black brick.

In my dream R and I discuss how our performance event that was meant to be a parody of digital investment schemes has led people to actually speculate and lose money.

In my dream, a collection of numbers hovers at head height.