In my dream we are about to leave. The floor is smooth.

In my dream I am pissing across a counter and into a sink , trying to catch it in a shallow plastic bag in the dark.

In my dream I cannot finish the sentence  in front of the new animal.

In my dream I’ve traveled to Juneau, Alaska as a pilgrimage to meet the cartoonist who draws “Bloom County”. His home is a slapdash hippie loft at the top of a street, and he’s welcoming in a cool way. I decide O want to see the town since I’m there and start asking the other folks at his party about potential hotels. They scoff as I look out across the cluster of wooden buildings.

In my dream I look to see the latest show curated at my old workplace. One of my colleagues eagerly asks to see the new work, but they’ve made a mistake: what I’ve got in my hands is a blue checked dishcloth.

In my dream it falls to me to evaluate the object on the street. It is round and cold.

In my dream I strew clothes across the floor of the store, so that everyone who crosses will be trapped .

In my dream there is a pale bug crawling across a piece of meat at the bottom of a plate.

In my dream I play with the bulldog puppy, calling him a little butterball and then an older dog waddles over and I warn them both about the alligator that is lurking under the bed clothes.

In my dream a soggy white face made of glue hangs in mid-air.

In my dream the sarcophagus opens and even though we had been running towards it across the plain, we turn and flee, as demons stagger forth, some mounted on fraying tigers, some made of oily soot. Their numbers will grow.

In my dream I meet my mother with my sister while they are eating at a folding table set up on the sidewalk. My mom is disgusted with me because I’m still not wearing any shoes out on the street after all this time. There’s no way to make it right.

In my dream I talk myself into a room of pink taffy crunch and brain-dimmed pleasure. This is an ongoing negotiation.

In my dream Douglas Crimp grabs me from behind and wraps his arms and legs around me,attempting to pull me over. “These philosophers!” I joke,”It’s always Greek-style wrestling with them”.

In my dream around ten people arrive and head for the doors at the back of the alleyway. I ask “What is this,Tavares?” And someone replies “When the powers of Soul and Funk combine, you get…”. This is the chance for them to expound on their new coaching program for me and a friend which is going to include a lot of movement, and from the way they grab my thigh, weight gain.

In my dream the champagne pulses before my eyes and someone enters the hallway to tell me I need to get Sur because of an emergency around the corner.

In my dream the density of my argument plays out against water.

In my dream the whole world wavers, then becomes a back yard.