In my dream I sit down with my therapist in the aftermath of the overnight performance. While a couple of other people tidy, we try to settle into a session. The previous night I ordered a chicken thigh and fried cauliflower at a blacked out restaurant to prepare.

In my dream the printer is putting out the third of the basswood chairs I need for the office.

In my dream the plan is to defeat the aliens by uplifting teams of psychics to the flat battleships, letting them infiltrate the crowds, and then deflecting the mental attacks when they are mounted.

In my dream , before I can forbid her, she blithely perches on the outside of  my apartment’s window sill even though we are four stories up. I am torn between terror and fury.

In my dream it’s almost time for the party at our loft.

In my dream I align a sequence of collages to make a vehicle move.

In my dream E inches her car out of  the tightly parked vehicles along Canal Street. I am tempted to offer to drive.

In my dream I am starting to question the wisdom of returning to the school I teach at for a second MFA, especially since I haven’t planned out anything for my show. I’m trying to recruit some people to carry lit pumpkins for the Halloween parade.

In my dream the bronze Wilfredo Lam sculpture stands over the show I’ve curated. Metal strips peel from its body just like the flesh peels from mine.

In my dream we can’t move the shallow dish.

In my dream the theatre lobby has become the stalking ground of a demon. It has abducted my mother. It shifts from form to form until I corner it in the shape of a potato which I stab over and over again.

In my dream the green water tower is a difficult and murky climb. We take the circuit board with us.

In my dream our scheme with the clay and covering our mouths just isn’t going to work.

In my dream R is performing at an event and I work up my courage and tell them how much I admire that work and how much I want to talk about art, especially Greer Lankton, with them. It seems to be working since they are winding their arms around me, despite how toungetied I am.

In my dream I know he used to be famous.

In my dream the dorm is set up in a converted parking structure and a group of students are living in a section that is mostly a massive tank filled with water and several sharks. I start across the sloping concrete floor and a massive shark with the face of an ageing man launches itself at me, wedging its head between the plexiglass panels that make up the wall. For the students, this is no big deal, but I am terrified that it might get loose.

In my dream the Lego corporate office on Sixth Avenue has a vending machine in the wall that sells unique accessories for small change. I head down the escalator so quickly that A bowl over an elderly man.

In my dream I pick out at a container of coleslaw and two thighs from an open air fried chicken stand at the far western end of 42nd street. Night is coming on and I know the owners have put something aside for me.

In my dream I am leaving an altar.

In my dream it stands aside in the quiet gloom. I think that it’s an outfit. I know it’s not mine.