In my dream we must sing to align the metal strips around our mouths. Their amplification can repair the broken foggy signals of the ruined communications grid.

In my dream there is light gray in between the interior and exterior walls and a part that is barely on a ship in the morning.

In my dream it flattens too early.

In my dream paddleboat coronation, for a young woman. It’s good weather and the crown is quite big.

In my dream bags and booklets for dry and wet brining my various phones.

In my dream a batch of loose loud rocks: an audition for everyone.

In my dream the little clay figure from the stoop sale is also a kind of instrument, chiming and hooting as I turn it in my hands. Should I start collecting them?

In my dream we are building a barrier in the clouds, using scaffolding that begins at ground level.

In my dream I saw a storefront I wanted to rent and went in some nearby businesses and got spat on and lost a notebook and went to J’s house to try to see of C had it because we had been together, but he didn’t and kissed me still in love and I didn’t want that and I left angry and the cookie place at night was filled with scammers and I committed violence against one and could not atone for the terrible wrong I had done and lost my wallet trying to atone and got stuck on a train with nothing in my pocket but the wrong camera and my guilt and no way to travel and I want to forget but shouldn’t want that.

In my dream a push and scramble down stairs and through rooms to leave the building unnoticed. The way is tight and populated. There is menace .