In my dream I trot out into the middle of Lexington Avenue to hand the sandwich to my mom as she heads downtown in the car. I get back two small oddly shaped slivers. It is Sunday.
Author: naylandwblake
Me when they play my jam

In my dream
In my dream it is time to leave the house and for once all I need to get is my jacket and notebook.
Me when they play my jam

In my dream
In my dream there is a brown stoneware bottle.
Me when they play my jam

Me when they play my jam

In my dream
In my dream rows of desks are laid out in preparation for the written test. The light is dim and I pace around unworried.
Me when they play my jam

In my dream
In my dream I forage enough scrap wood to build a small box to carry four wine bottles. I find no water and no unspoiled food. I contemplate using the box as a seat but fear breaking it. I turn it over and over.
Me when they play my jam

In my dream
In my dream I am hosting a 90s tribute show with TLC. We enter the set to a mashup of “Creep” and “Le Freak (c’est chic)”.
Me when they play my jam

In my dream
In my dream I receive the cheese I ordered from the collective. It’s eight different kinds but in such small quantities that the shavings barely make an ounce when heaped together in my palm.
Me when they play my jam

In my dream
In my dream the four year old is dressed in black and running around happily. I try to keep an eye on where they are in relation to the curb, even though I don’t really see any traffic.
Me when they play my jam

In my dream
In my dream the plans for the dress are rolled up and hidden under my clothes. Now all I have to do is make my way down through all the flat white floors of the building to escape.
Me when they play my jam

In my dream
In my dream I point out that my student assistant has covered all of my work surfaces with their homework projects, which triggers protests and a chase across the entire campus.