In my dream the same bit of the song plays over and over.

In my dream I am trying to arm myself with anything that might help me destroy the contraption that is about to publicly execute him in the few seconds we have left. I quietly pick up lengths of wood and wish I had a pipe.

In my dream my hair is long, black and in two pigtails. I am clean shaven. I am rounder, shorter. I know all this from a glimpsed reflection in a building’s window. “It’s happening”, I think in surprise.

In my dream I am at an antique market in Brighton when I see I., a YouTube presenter who  normally wears Japanese Kawaii fashion, but who is now sporting the facial hair of someone who has been on T for a while. They are looking through laser-cut plexi medallions of Gundum and I try to tell them that their video work is the reason I’m even at this place, without being too creepy. We hit it off.

In my dream I look over her shoulder as she stands in the garden. Her dress has large black and red letters printed on a white background. We’re getting ready to move.

In my dream, L is sitting in the sunlight , bemoaning the fact that San Francisco is too nice. They were up to see the Deathklok-like iron tomb that had been built to house the former President in Golden Gate Park.

In my dream I feel a warm wind in this back yard. The colors are daubed and blurred.

In my dream he runs in and begins shadow boxing in the supermarket.

In my dream I sort through the food that remains in the apartment. The light is sterile.

In my dream she she steps directly out of the window in her office and falls two stories to a patch of grass on 72nd Street below. Old as she is, I am shocked that it doesn’t kill her and lean out over her desk to check.

In my dream I have to go back to my hotel room to get the sketchbook I’ve forgotten, because everyone else has laid their’s out on the table in the lobby so we can trade drawings.

In my dream I watch it on the office’s huge screens : the cultists spill across the island like pebbles on a board. I should kill him now, here while he chats away, but I know he’s too powerful. I arrange the books on the desk.

In my dream we crowd through the turnstile. Eight of my friends make it through, but once we get to the platform I lose sight of all of them in the crowd.

In my dream our hair waves in the thick air around our face. We are submerged, serene, about to give a gift.

In my dream the contents are all there in front of me.

In my dream I wear a violet sash and move through the morning grass to get to a place of calm.

In my dream I can’t name the city I’m in, but only I know that.

In my dream they are both my father and not. It’s my last chance to see them together and be with them. The rope snaps and the log rolls towards the cord.

In my dream I have an assistant who is heavily dressed and in need of attention.

In my dream I need to be wrapped up in order to eat.