In my dream she lets me know that she too has heard about the impending storm and so we quietly joke as we sidle around the ship’s med bay, grabbing any things we think will be of use if we capsize.

In my dream we are evacuating the house when we run into the alligator on the roof. Of course there’s a discussion.

In my dream his friend walks over in a crisp white shirt. He is tall, bearded and round but as I go to greet him it’s clear that he doesn’t know the way we fat bears know how to give each other hugs: one arm up and one arm down so that we get them around each other.

In my dream water falls.

In my dream a dim motel room and dawning disappointment.

In my dream a cardboard box swings at the end of a rope.

In my dream there are three blue log cakes being sliced in a computer generated house in The Valley.

In my dream there are six things to evaluate, including the two part red metal one.

In my dream I should have gotten the photos from my Mars probe back by now.

In my dream it’s morning and we take our places in the dim reading room, row on row. Books and clipped articles are passed. The light is granular. We wet our fingers, scan pages, murmur. There is conflict and later, we are starved in our seats.