my dreams over the ages

-dream of stairwells, tumbling aluminum cans, broken teeth like chalk

-a dream of an sweaty underwater ship where whales had to work, "making spices", with no breaks until they died

- a dark green tinted dream of a funeral of a russian man, whose open casket is walked down the aisle in a badly lit cathedral- the strangest thing is that the body is missing arms and the head is displayed on a silver platter.

-dreamt i was insane and lived in a vast white asylum and made escape plans that made no sense in the bathroom stalls

-the longest dream i've had was about a woman who ate a starbucks, a camera and my car; she eventually ate me in a parking lot on the edge of the sea in alaska

-had a dream that my cat was with my in my bathroom while I was washing my hands, and he said hello, and i asked him why he never spoke before, and he told me he always had thought about a lot of things, and just never possessed the ability to communicate them to me; abrupt end

-dreamt about a windstorm so strong i got stuck lying down on the sidewalk, unable to move, unable to open my eyes

-had a dream about smoking in bed with theo, wasting paint, and the news channel reporting on the sudden migration of talking chickens across america

-first bad dream I've had in years: huge ugly goat that looked diseased and had extra arms, walking around moaning. i chopped its limbs off, terrified

-had a dream we went to this school in the herald building, but it was bigger and all destroyed from recent terrorist bombs, and we learned about self defense in little circles together; the students thought it was funny that you were in high-school because you had a mustache and wore a leather jacket and looked at least 22 (which you are, in reality). occasionally our teachers would be shot dead in class by snipers

-dreamt i was on the east coast in a beach house with a lot of rain and thunder and a 8 inch record. i played the record and i believe this is the first dream in which there was music. it wasn't actually anything like music though, instead it was more like the feelings you get when you hear music, but coming out of the record player in the form of sound

-i dreamt tova played a glass trumpet

in large, dark concrete rooms with a band uniform on

-there's a dream I know I must have had years ago, of a field at the edge of a forest, with an industrial city is in the distance. there's no sun anymore, and everything glows sepia in the moon light; there's no language anymore, no memories of the past, no one else alive. there are only quiet machines in the distant city, moths, dirt, everything is dull and washed out---there's a sense of finality as well as eternity. you can see beyond the field but you know this is the last place to be, you've always know it, its been waiting,