fell asleep watching amores perros on the couch and it was needed.
i dreamt i was a massive black dog filled with angst that tore up windows of reality like they were bloodied flaps of burlap. while the pages bled together, i broke out of prison and visited people. i visited a married man who couldn’t come out to play, but was surprised by the visit (i was a little embarrassed). i felt david but i firmly made it clear i wasn’t ready to visit him. i visited a factory in the sky, which was the most efficient thing ever made, and i hung out on the banks of its moat thinking in awe, i own this whole thing. then i was waiting for a ride, waiting for a phone call.
the radio pulled me to the surface as i was walking down a sidewalk in new york on a crisp day wearing a yellow parka.
left my dreamworld for a dreamlike day. overall, the day was unpredictable and bizarre, though i interacted with more strangers than usual (mostly african american women who were very very nice, and i also went out of my way to be very polite). got a lot of stares from both women and men but i kept to myself.
later at night as i was cleaning the kitchen, i realized that something had unfolded in real life the way it had in my dream the night before.
thinking about my dream, i remembered how it ended:
we’d found ourselves in the middle of a parade or crowd and somehow in the confusion, we escaped to an egyptian museum whose feel and echoes and smells felt comfortably familiar. we were shy at first, talking but afraid to look at each other, until we saw the exhibit with the image of the queen. then suddenly, it was this moment of relief and recognition, as if it were her image that had brought us together, meaning everything was as it should be.
later, you showed me my new house. the walls were lavendar. that’s the color of one of the rooms in my place now, i said. i know, you said.