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.

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.