My dream from Tuesday, 2022–09–06: Blue sky, first love, water in the desert, smeared sun. I’m walking uphill away from a line of olive trees that all kinds of people are going under from a fence corner, to somehow get under or over the fence that way. They’re like a…

My dreams from Tuesday, 2022–08–30: Parking lot. Shifty-eyed buttinsky. Understudy. RCHSE, the Royal Canadian Helicopter Service, Electric. First dream. I’ve been sleeping in my car parked in front of a heavy-beam wooden cabin up on stilts, with wide stairs. Across a lake-like parking lot a lot of tiny people are…

My dreams from Tuesday, 2022–08–23: Unassisted flight. Soft airplane. 3D sushi fad. Infrastructure collapse. First dream. I’m flying in simplified mountains and valleys like a game on my first tablet where you’re an eagle, and tipping the tablet turns you to find thermals to get up over high places without…

My dreams from Thursday, 2022–08–11: Politics. The green bathroom. Trees. First dream. I’m at a strange political rally in scrub oaks and hills like the land around the campground village at Lake Pillsbury where I went a few times with my friend Dan’s family in the late 1970s. But I’m…

My dream from Monday, 2022–08–08: Town saga (compare to Northern Exposure or Picket Fences) A Denny’s-size but 1950s-style diner is also the town bus station. Three criminal boy-men push people around. They stop before they get to me, though, and they roar away in their car. A roundish man with…

My dreams from Sunday, 2022–07–31: Music camp. Sandra Bullock slept here. Body-swap hustle. First dream. I’m at a very well-attended music camp in a flat bowl in green hills. Thousands of Ren Faire-type people are here. I’ve come here with Juanita. I didn’t bring my guitar. The sleeping arrangements are…

My dreams from Monday, 2022–07–25: Hannis’ apartment. Popcorn. First dream. I’m out camping in dry summer California hills for a recording project. I need something from down that way a mile or so away. I run barefoot on a gravel and dirt track-road, realize that I’ll run my feet bloody…

My dreams from Wednesday, 2022–07–20: Old fart. Time travel trick. A truckload. First dream. Haughty young people sit around a college library or meeting room table. I’m not being considered for a job here because what could /I/ know? I start to tell a snotty girl about some of the…

My dreams from Wednesday, 2022–07–13: Fleeing across the worlds. Sixties suburb house labyrinth. First dream. I escape from one world to another inside a dim cave. There’s a back-story of nanomachines that give you marginal superpowers of calculation and persuasion and some light telekinesis. This product comes from a company…