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 busy busy

remember i cannot get out of this

* * *
am dangling on a rope on the side of a skyscraper

am being terrorized

the plan, after terrorizing me more thoroughly, is to cut the rope

News On the Hour Chicago 05-01-11

This is a thoroughly detailed dream. I’m at the control board at WKPT in Kingsport, Tennessee. The situation transcends historical/chronological time. I am my present age, and the situation is atemporal. I’m ready to begin a music program. Everything is in good order, organized, ready to roll. I discover a piece of copy with a poem on it, a prose poem, and somehow I choose to read this poem rather than clicking on the news-on-the-hour feed from NBC. I feel confident and pleased with my decision.  It is not clear that I have written the poem–more that I have discovered it, and add a little element of improv. After giving the formal station-ID, I calmly state, “Here is the news of the hour today, fresh off the wire.” And I read the short poem through. Then, I pause, concerned the piece may be challenging for listeners not expecting it, so I state that I will run through it one more time, and I do that. It is a good and creative piece. I am pleased with my decision to pre-empt NBC, and I have that familiar warm glow of broadcasting something that feels right. I feel poised and confident.