Wyatt writes:
i had a dream while sleeping on the green couches in rarig. in my dream, i was awakened by mark rehani dressed as richard simmons, jogging in place. he greeted me briefly and ran off, as i began walking through rarig which had become a strange underground maze of locker lined walls. eventually i found my locker, out of which i took a wooden, silver painted sword that kept getting longer everytime i looked away from it. i got onto a bus that ran through the rarig basement, but everytime it pulled over it would pull right to the wall so it was impossible to get off. Continue reading →
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B. Marcy writes:
I walk down the steps to the front of a basement apartment. It’s a cement staircase leading down nine steps. The black metal bars comprise the rail and the window dressings. The door is old and heavy.
I walk in through the door and step down into the kitchen. A broom and coat closet to your immediate right. To the left is long and narrow: sink facing the barred window. There’s refrigerator opposite the closet in 1950s style that generates the vision of what an ice box should be. A stove opposite the window with cut opening that looks down into a living room: it allows some light to come in through the barred windows. The floors are linoleum of yellow and light green which is stripping up in the corner. The cabinets are old with a peeling plaster white like the walls.
An elementary school friend is standing over the stove naked except for a classic Donna Reed apron. She’s frying an egg in a rusted skillet pan. She’s a contrast to the motif with her Vietnamese facial features and jet black hair. The perfect pedicure of her naked feet is far more interesting than any other body part. Continue reading →
Whitney writes:
a fridge with an old style toaster inside, it looks so clean. I think, can I use it or is it contaminated? And why is it in the cold fridge anyway? Oh, I see, it is in the inside upper door compartment marked “hot items”. This fridge has cold and hot places. A big crowd, lots of people down below. I am looking in the fridge. What can I eat? What is safe? An activist crowd- movers and shakers- down below- and Kari R. and John F. are there. They each have a trial or court case going on soon right now. Then I see Dad and said it’s weird that i haven’t had to bail anyone out of jail or do jail support for like 10 years. Then I realize I am gonna hafta be at 2 places at once- Kari’s bail out of jail and John’s trial. How do I get there? Where do I go? How do i start? Stress! Continue reading →
I dream of dada 