In my dream wooden slats line the walls. The score is toted up while balls get tossed at the hole.bthebelevator lurches. A sign is decoded: the invasion is starting on May 5.

In my dream we have lost the community link a day early, as we prepare to depart. The last couple of us walk back and forth attempting to exchange the information that will keep us in touch. Later, this is recounted in a series of orange comic panels next to the shop with the dining counter.

In my we talk gently. My arm is uncovered.

In my dream we’ve been pushing into the mound before it illuminates. I turn away into the louder discussion and buy some pastry.

In my dream I wake up at 4am and walk north to find breakfast at a diner.

In my dream I have a nemesis “I want you to know at the end of it all I don’t like you.”

In my dream  the bust is by the side of the door of the newly bought house near the script .

In my dream I pick the sheet that leads to hypnosis.

In my dream I start walking for the shops uptown even though it’s Friday afternoon the jewelry store has display windows crowded with old branches made of dusty silver glitter. I want to take pictures and fumble my new phone out of my pocket, dropping it.