In my dream a wave of cops pushed out of the buildings entrance and into the surrounding scaffolding, leaving them packed and crushed against the green bars. They are yelling, contorted and hurting each other as they struggle. I keep walking.

In my dream I’ve popped the whole peach into my mouth and swallowed it down before I notice that all the fruit is moldy.

In my dream there is a little more beneath the unfurling.

In my dream a solid painted wagon.

Here’s some proof of what I am bigger than.

In my dream Fred Rogers is alive and visiting and I get to tell everyone how much and why I love him.

In my dream there is caution but then tenderness.

In my dream the steel ball hangs from the ceiling and most of my stuff is missing from the welding shop by the time I want to leave.

In my dream I use one lunch box to knock another off the top shelf. I want nothing to do with the panther sized cat that he is picking up out of the corner so I go off singing in joy.

In my dream I say Little Richard reminds me of a specific kind of food although I don’t say what kind.

In my dream biting him doesn’t change the fact that he is possessed.