In my dream I’m disappointed with the way that the favorite artist bundles are too small for the cheap plastic containers.

In my dream it never started.

In my dream a quiz in the woods while they are a meadow.

In my dream it is impossible to tell which of them are 45 percent.

In my dream he holds the red, paddle shaped package like it’s something he earned.

In my dream we improvise a clueless stroll looking wealthy and stupid. They have stopped sedating the increasingly angry animals and instead shove needles into their human prisoners in the field vans.

In my dream the person in front of me is explaining how the ice cream line works until suddenly I’m the next and I don’t know where to sit in the black room, much to the annoyance of everyone behind me.

In my dream the banner is already folded and I try to find the right angle to photograph the building at night.

In my dream we are battening down and speculate about the mogul: he’s so attracted to a cartoonish maleness, why hasn’t he courted Pacino? Cats have come in. A small chocolate one hides behind my leg. “You’re like a cookie!”

In my dream the New Year’s Eve party is almost over and there are just a few of us left in the apartment to watch the slideshow.

In my dream the leaf display affirms our choice, delicately.