In my dream the sandwich shop is old cheap wood painted white and I am there after two different art world friends have told me they want nothing to do with me. Fried meat glistens behind plexiglass and when the cook returns it is to negotiate a price for the spell she is casting on my behalf. I feel sour and hollow.

In my dream I search the sand for will o’ the wisps to place in the crown.

In my dream I can’t believe that J has moved all of the walruses and other sea mammals out off their habitats and into the darkened storage room. The inspection is about to happen in a couple of days.

In my dream I come back to pick the pebbled orange armor, which does little to change my stats. It’s vegetal, but we’ve reviewed the decision for so long that I just want it to be over.

In my dream she insists on clicking every crime, even the ones far away by the flat brown wings.

In my dream she and I pull into the truck stop and I’m quickly absorbed in the sprawl of the hardware store, sorry that I didn’t take a camera.

In my dream the actor eventually reaches my house and our routine involves his graceful descent on the rope swing and then he has brought dolls for us and the other older woman to play with. I’m touched by his unexpected kindness.

In my dream the signal interferes with our departure.

In my dream the valley is full of them, all the same level and impossible to sort because of it. We don’t know where to start.

In my dream his head is sometimes yellow.