Dreams



November 14, 2022

November 14, 2022

Maybe one day we’ll reach a point when all possible frequencies have been recorded, every combination of words written.

October 5, 2022

Hallucinator

Interstate Scene 14: “He thought it was a Civil War ghost,” she said. “But I didn’t start believing in ghosts until a few weeks ago.”

August 18, 2022

Pictures from a Bad Dream

This morning I fed a robot a few sentences from the novel I’m writing, and it generated some startlingly accurate pictures.

April 3, 2022

Black Walls

We spent a week shivering in a damp atrium with rain dripping down the sides. We called it the Tarkovsky Box.

February 19, 2022

Train Dreams

London. Record-breaking wind swept across England yesterday, closing bridges, train lines, and attractions.

January 8, 2022

Dream Language

Ohio. Temperatures in the thirties and everything is coated grey. I woke up wondering if I would live my life any differently if I measured my age in days or hours instead of years.

October 11, 2021

So Much Noise

Sunset: 6:20pm. A first-quarter moon. A high of 72 and another humid night that feels like the wrong season.

November 10, 2020

Spirit

In the beginning, God was only “a permanently existing ghost.”

September 10, 2020

Deer

I’m not sure if I believe in symbols or signs, but today gave me plenty to decipher.

August 5, 2020

Decay

Lately my dreams have been all garble and grime without symbolism or plot.

July 6, 2020

Vivid

A world without the color green. A man who repainted all the seashells on the beach.

July 3, 2020

Toll

Sometimes I dream about tollbooth operators, the half-glimpsed faces with cigarettes on their lips, their left hands forever clutching a quarter and a dime in change.