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Out-of-Aquarium Fish, Psychic Baby Moment

At my kitchen table, the fish are swimming outside of the aquarium. Classic dream image for me. One fish bullies another into synchronizing their movements, which is entrancing to watch. From out of the aquarium, I lift out a curved plastic support to help a baby turtle out of it — a tiny little miracle which gradually coalesced from particles shed by the fish.

While I’m flying surveying a wide cul-de-sac, I watch as a rabid giraffe stampedes across driveways, a dilophosaurus one of its victims. Like a whole zoo went awry.

In another dream, I am introduced to a tousled black-haired baby, and lay my head on it. The longer I lay there, the stronger I feel the familiar feeling of a psychic link — the same feeling you get looking into directly into someone’s eyes. I pull back suddenly, startled by how strong this feeling is.

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Sleeping in Backseat of Borrowed Car

I’m outside my childhood home on Kemper court, trying to get my scooter over the fence. This is behind the family room, the narrow walkway. My green vintage Vespa ends up just a foot or two into the neighbor’s yard, and I unlatch the side gate and wheel it over the front path. I notice a garage freezer among the gravel landscaping near the house, door hanging open, chugging hard to keep cold — so hard that I smell melting plastic. So, it’s the first dream where I realize the house belongs to someone else now.

The neighbor’s house on the other side has a Starbucks running out of it now. I note this curiosity to my homepie friend Lauren, since the road construct “court” or “cul-de-sac” is more formally termed a “starbuck” (at least in the dream).


A big gym or theater, an enclosed space, flooded at end of year for cleaning. People can now float around in three dimensions. Varieties of ocean life shows up, one is a species of fish that leaves a trail of blue pigment. I share this info with the crowd, as a vast school swims through, turning the water almost black in places. I also half-speak/half-chatter nearby my third-grade crush Christy T. about my secret and considerable knowledge of drugs and/or sex. I slyly offer her a giant pretzel from a jar as I snag one myself… she takes it, and we’re both rather pleased with ourselves.

The performance stage club at one end is flooded for first time too. Lauren had worked there before — at one point she doesn’t recognize me and so I respectfully abstain from pursuing sex within the club (no surprises for anyone). Go there again with Lauren on a waveskimmer, dipping a paddle ahead of us, cutting water to steer. Lauren unlocks a crypt off to stage left, a heavy metal door. The way it latches, she must squeeze through a smaller secondary hatch. As she’s getting out I read an unnoticed sign above instructing to smell for lisp gas (?) first, as there could be decomposition. Geez, it’s actually a crypt!

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Broken-Foot Buddha

Palace of flags, maze of interlocking metal gridwork platforms with flags hanging down. Taking certain flags and letting them fall to the understory, where I see them crumple. Los Angeles vibe with big, distant sky.

Baby puffer fish (which are also baby rats) let out of cage/tank by glass sliding door near the bottom. Timid explorations. Central Europe, maybe Germany, floating log in lake I jump over to get to rocky shore.

Giant Buddha statue with broken foot. The toes are small and conical, curved upward. The statue is holding spoons and forks, balancing bags in front on it’s arms (perhaps backpacks hadn’t been invented, perhaps this encourages mindfulness). The statue is supported on it’s sides by the massive rock face. I move the foot back underneath and it fits nearly perfectly, but I’m informed the statue might still collapse on it.

Public gathering at a dining/entertainment venue similar to Medieval Times. Dave asks in front of the crowd what I’m drinking from the bottle next to me — it’s some really lovely homemade kombucha. A young FTM transman realizes they’re surrounded by female friends, and it’s the trust they’ve always wanted. The friends surround him in a tight hug.