In my dream my analysis is happening on the outside.

In my dream the two overlaid bodies are star shaped.

In my dream we view the plowed black fields from above.

In my dream Julian Schnabel is offering impatient commentary on the contemporary art world. And there are so many birds under the darkening sky.They land in the field when I throw food. The one I try to shoo away turns out to be a cross between a pigeon and a standard poodle.

In my dream there are three rare N64 cartridges marked on the map. I’m not supposed to have the little book from the law library.

In my dream I lift the cuttle bone from the bucket. It’s supposed to carry so many souls but it’s so light.

In my dream it needs to slide.

In my dream he is trying to persuade me that they are undermining me while I explain that I’ve asked for their help. We are so many stories up and the elevator door is missing. Cops are clearing Market Street.

The proposed cover for issue 2 of my zine Bunny Butt. Probably from 1996 or so. Just ran across an envelope that has a bunch of the material for it. Yet another project for me to pull it together and complete one of these days.

In my dream it is surprisingly hard to buy a couple of donuts from the midtown donut shop especially since it is set up to sell drugs, with little packets slid into shopper’s hands at the counter. It would be easier if I had joined the line at the beginning.