In my dream I’m wrapping up my visit and trying to express my gratitude to M, the podcast host. She shows me an old game console she found : it’s clear, about the size of a pair of sunglasses and plays games that are innovative for how low-rez they are. I tell her that one reminds me of the film MirrorMask.

In my dream we run through the dangerous streets. I can’t slow down. I feel my heels grab the pavement, the balls of my feet move me forward, my toes push me off. Every storefront is shut and dark.

In my dream he attempts to mug me after he spots me in the crowded subway station. He’s younger than me and his taunts are dismissive. I knock him to the ground and make him crawl through the glass I’ve smashed there. That ends it.

In my dream the poet Kevin Killian says “Let Them Loose”.

In my dream we are standing on the gathering site of the historic bandit gang “The Black Keiths”. We might be trying to revive their legacy. Branches hang low in the darkness.

In my dream the gnarled wood plaques have been passed on.

In my dream it’s all smaller. And it’s dissolved.

In my dream a group of sneering killers descend on our apartment block as part of a hunting competition. A couple are friends of mine but that doesn’t stop me from pushing the needle-like tip of a long pole into their necks and thighs so that they will bleed out in the bedrooms and yards before they can harm anyone.

In my dream the hotel’s elevators are the size of rooms and open out onto sunny pools and heaps of sand. I have multiple checks to cash.

In my dream he is finishing up the tattoo in a small bedroom and noticed that the whole parlor is coated in grime and  is unsanitary. I go through the drawers looking for anything in need to take back home with me. For once I’ve left no loose ends.

In my dream something funny and delightful is going, has gone.

In my dream I negotiate a conflict between two factions, reframing their positions in terms of practical demands.

In my dream we are burying the yard tools along the ball half of the street. Faded white lights strobe in the thick, soothing air. I find the patched-up bathrooms from the 1920’s deep in the station and use them.

In my dream the back wall falls off of the viewing platform. It’s a quick rescue in the snow.

In my dream I am not alone but those around me have nothing to do with me. The rectangles are over there. I am satisfied.