I am trying to bring order among scattered objects. I’m in conversation with anonymous others—faculty, students, friends—as in my teaching era. Speaking to one creative writing student, I say that “I can’t believe last year is over already, much less this year too.” I am aware that in my stack of personal drawings is an [...]

The dream is set in an amalgamated location: Grampaw’s house down in West Carter’s Valley, the house on West Sullivan Street, and non-localities elsewhere… Uncle Clyde—who died decades ago—was entertaining me—a man who never in his life entertained, who would not have understood that verb. I am also on something of a tour, traveling in [...]

I’m living out of a suitcase successfully. I’m on the street, navigating among crowds. I’m making my way out amongst the sidewalk and street traffic. I make it to more than one appointment. After one lunch, I’m making my way to the next locale when I realize I walked away from the restaurant and left [...]

I dream that I’m having a lucid dream—perhaps it is lucid, for a moment—and I see, on my bedroom floor, a sandy beach that is filled with beach stones. I tell myself to pick up a stone before I lose the lucidity, as that will allow me to bring it back from the dream world. I reach for a stone, and then I seem [...]

I’m in Paris, attending a large convocation. Large in complexity. The venue is old and gray, but not derelict. Heavily enclosing its interior spaces, the locale is labyrinthine with massive walls and thresholds. Not a hotel but a well-established, venerable production center with spartan, hostel-like rooms for those who are working. I find myself roomed [...]

I am in a setting of coordinated group activities, on a visit to an educational institution. Some exotic and fabulous penthouse space is involved. I am somehow joined with all who are present in various levels and layers of study and communication. A circumambulatory movement somehow forms and swirls into a circle dance. At one [...]

I am in a car alone, driving a wide and busy freeway at high speed. The freeway begins to elevate in a long but pronounced parabola, upward as if toward the crest of a bridge. I am climbing and accelerating and thinking, O boy, I hope there’s a great bridge coming up—while also feeling my [...]

am coordinating production activities am disturbed by memory that i have murdered a woman, chopped her body in pieces, sealed pieces in concrete busy busy busy remember my crime    confident that i cannot be found out busy busy busy — all is well remember my crime    worry i will somehow be found out busy [...]

am coordinating a large gathering at times i am just amongst the throng and then naturally emergent in a leadership role manymost of the people know each other andor of each other as they are gathering i am burning and dodging shapeshifting elusively omnipresent configuring vanishing swirling twirling hurling mudras a thickening crowd i don’t [...]

I dreamed I was in a small room looking for a pen.  I encountered a young woman and asked her if I could borrow a pen.  As I spoke I felt a very clear sense of my Being and a strong sense of rapport with her.  She answered “Yes. I have a pen that erases [...]