Dream Journal

Pieces of a November Night’s Dreams

Long catchup conversation with Christy T, my elementary school crush, who’s now a mom.

Riding a long sloping escalator down into a comforting mall, happen to be behind an attractive young-ish girl with all-green clothes, covered in iron-on patches.

Driving down zig-zagging switchbacks to Baker Beach in a golf cart, then ascending again in an elevator.

Magical dollhouse with with tiny little magic stone slab. Take a drop of poison, drop it on the magic book, it absorbs and reveals… something. The rats swim around it.

Ned Flanders’s beatnik parents chant “om-om-om-om”.