Dreams



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.

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.

May 21, 2020

Babble

Each morning I wake to the imaginary babble of fully-formed news reports and television clips while skating across sleep.

May 16, 2020

Symbols

We might remember crouching on the sidewalk, frantically trying to gather the teeth falling from our mouths—not the circumstances that led us there.

April 29, 2020

Compound

Night walk to the corner bodega and I nearly forgot to wear my bandana.

April 9, 2020

Senseless

Last night I dreamt about a god who was angry because the noise of humanity prevented him from sleeping.