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.

In my dream a jumbled feeling of happiness spreads between us. There is no dog.

In my dream the green is lacquered across the hill.

In my dream it’s the Mazel Toy Company.

In my dream the apartment is barely the size of a closet.

In my dream five figures stand among the boxcars in white robes.

In my dream I walk down, around and through. I fold it until it’s full.