In my dream R and I discuss how our performance event that was meant to be a parody of digital investment schemes has led people to actually speculate and lose money.

In my dream, a collection of numbers hovers at head height.

In my dream there is yellow under a tree.

In my dream the dilation of time makes our entire date feel warm and right.

In my dream the indicator starts to fill.

In my dream there are so many movie theaters, but I haven’t seen anything. On the couch their skin is smooth as they climb on top of me.

In my dream we all live with the reality of crushing zombie armies, battened within our few skyscrapers. But something different is starting to emerge.

In my dream my final celebration happens in the same location as a mainstream standup cert and my shaggy queerbo friends are upsetting the management with their joyous political heckling.

In my dream we look at a carmine cabinet inlaid with sketchy singerie. In talking about it we delight in how we will be irritating the curator of the whole wing.