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.

In my dream J, the former performance artist has been wearing a particular fur suit for six months. She walks around the room with ease, a pair of wooden shingles attached to her hips.

In my dream batches of objects are piled together on poles. They are ours and it’s satisfying.

In my dream we are watching a clip of an obscure Broadway musical from the Fifties with disjointed choreography and an ensemble dressed as absurd gremlins. I loudly say that it’s everything I want in a show.

In my dream slow rain is falling on the piled up used furniture for sale in the empty lot. There is a three-tiered standing ashtray made of hammered aluminum. A few older men sit around joking with someone trying to make a bust by wrapping cord around crumpled paper. Turns out it’s P, a former student of mine.

In my dream we are back in the room where he died.

In my dream the wooden structures in the yard are almost chewed through.

In my dream the King jokes with other people on  the receiving line but not me. I am out of favor. It leaves me free to get lunch elsewhere.

In my dream my search for a copy of today’s paper leads me into a small private image library tucked in the back of a train station. It’s exciting to be handling manila folders again.

In my dream the hardware store is shutting down, so they have no problem announcing random facts about pop stars over the empty shelves.

In my dream we are checking out of the room, but first I want to use the plastic mini stereo system to play an EP of  remixes of a kitschy song by Dion. The buttons are fiddly and poorly labeled. I find somebody’s heavy watch in the sheets of the bed.

In my dream the piles of scrambled eggs have slid through the cracks of the wooden table and onto the floor below.

In my dream I am asleep naked on a couch in a well trafficked room.

In my dream the darkness is full of textures and completion.

In my dream i have to take over working the pedals on the bus from an older woman who still has control of the wheel while we make our way through the streets near the docks. There are several near misses.

In my dream there is one morning coat that we share between us.