In my dream we struggle to get it on the wall.
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In my dream
In my dream I can see crumpled red puffballs through the gap.
In my dream
In my dream the dark cardigan barely covers my lace bodysuit, so I have to find some place where I can at least buy a skirt.
In my dream
In my dream he holds the square mirror up behind his head and with the palm trees it gives the effect of a late seventies album cover.
In my dream
In my dream the hanging glass beads are indicators of personality, the red jacket stands for career.
In my dream
In my dream my hair is bushy so Santa jokes.
In my dream
In my dream R offers me cocaine in candy floss form. I’m worried for him.
In my dream
In my dream an internal narrator keeps urging a “fecal fling” which means picking up a shit covered stick and chucking it across the room as if that is the only solution. And then afterwards washing my right hand with pumice soap.
In my dream
In my dream I see him entrance a young woman and know he must be stopped: the mayor. I hustle him into the back room and shove his head into the deep tray of caviar. But his self control somehow keeps me from drowning him no matter how long I hold his head under.
In my dream
In my dream this is a turning away that releases my face.
In my dream
In my dream Bjork’s face folds as she turns to the camera and whispers “It’s time for lemons…allll of the lemons.” But so much more had just happened.