In my dream a couple asks me to distribute their independently printed comic book. I decide that I’m going to spend the rest of my vacation in the upper Castro and go to hand them a bag of miniature oysters I’ve had around as a way to seal the deal, except I see that a gray wispy mold has grown over the package, which means the oysters are off .

In my dream there isn’t whole lot of time to shop in the cinder block mall in Singapore before my flight out. I run into a friend at a music store and while I really want to buy random batches of dj white label 12″s from the bins, there’s no way they will fit in my luggage. The owner tells us they have CDs, but when he plays some it’s just bad covers of US rockabilly songs. I still haven’t found shoes.

In my dream I’m taking possession of my new apartment. It’s on the seventh floor of my old building, on the south side. A sheet of thick, dirty water has frozen smooth on the balcony outside. I try to frame a photo of it.

In my dream I sit down with my therapist in the aftermath of the overnight performance. While a couple of other people tidy, we try to settle into a session. The previous night I ordered a chicken thigh and fried cauliflower at a blacked out restaurant to prepare.

In my dream the plan is to defeat the aliens by uplifting teams of psychics to the flat battleships, letting them infiltrate the crowds, and then deflecting the mental attacks when they are mounted.

In my dream , before I can forbid her, she blithely perches on the outside of  my apartment’s window sill even though we are four stories up. I am torn between terror and fury.

In my dream I am starting to question the wisdom of returning to the school I teach at for a second MFA, especially since I haven’t planned out anything for my show. I’m trying to recruit some people to carry lit pumpkins for the Halloween parade.