In my dream we are building a barrier in the clouds, using scaffolding that begins at ground level.

In my dream I saw a storefront I wanted to rent and went in some nearby businesses and got spat on and lost a notebook and went to J’s house to try to see of C had it because we had been together, but he didn’t and kissed me still in love and I didn’t want that and I left angry and the cookie place at night was filled with scammers and I committed violence against one and could not atone for the terrible wrong I had done and lost my wallet trying to atone and got stuck on a train with nothing in my pocket but the wrong camera and my guilt and no way to travel and I want to forget but shouldn’t want that.

In my dream a push and scramble down stairs and through rooms to leave the building unnoticed. The way is tight and populated. There is menace .

Today I found out that I’m THREE WHOLE YEARS OLDER than this fucker. How can that be?

In my dream my mother lays out a beautiful patchwork curtain with pink beadwork and orange slashes. I want it for the new house. That’s after the massively productive artist sets up his regular street stand in Harlem and before my three-way with Winona Ryder gets derailed by the insensitive comments made by our third: a guy we picked up because he was cute, but who is proving to be fussy and a bit of a misogynist.

In my dream it’s important to warm them to get off-planet before I crash everything, just to be safe.

In my dream, because I’ve left my pack in the therapist’s office during the appointment, I have to find my way back down to the third floor, from the old hotel’s cluttered fourth and fifth. I can’t find the way down, pushing through vomiting businessmen, private furry parties, bellhop stations and arriving salsa bands.

In my dream packing to move means that there is a second chance to collect the lost drawing from the back of the bookcase.

In my dream we can easily see the baseboards.

In my dream we leap down the stairs to get outside the building and lose our pursuers by quickly turning to the scrub in the driveway and hopefully out of sight while the ball heads the other way.

In my dream the biggest spiders have taken up residence around the door frame. I have no interest in the forms that lead to possession.