My dreams from Tuesday, 2022–06–14: Time flight. First dream. I’m walking through a deserted themeless theme park near the ocean in like Florida with someone like my friend Tim Falconer. We’re supposed to go north a few hundred miles. I take his hand and use my flying power to lift…

My dreams from Thursday, 2022–06–09: Science. First dream. I’m in a college-like secret-project atmosphere. I’m called to go get one boy scientist’s gray notebook in an open bag in his storage garage. He gives me directions, says it’s unlocked. I go to a deserted storage place, find his garage door…

My dreams from Sunday, 2022–06–05: Buckminster Fuller balloon. Medical paperwork and Great War souvenirs. Space escape. Weird dick problem. Helpful honey-smoky-voiced 1940s L.A. woman. First dream. I’m lying on the floor in an office-furnished section of a vast thin-metal-wall building — it’s so big that the faint warmth in it…

Wed./Thurs. May 1 and 2, 2022 My dreams from Wednesday, 2022–06–01: Bardo of New York. Programming sheetrock. I’m in New York City for some nebulous work that will take a week. Others are here with me from the same company for other parts of the work; we don’t interact about…

My dream from Thursday, 2022–05–26: Post-apocalyptic bubbas. There’s a pitted dirt driveway late at night with old hippie-built but well-built houses set back through thick trees. This is a post-apocalypse community birthday party night for a local hero. …

My dream from Sunday, 2022–05–15: Network. I’m in a community like in /Cabinet of Doctor Caligari/, a claustrobic warren of narrow twisting stairway alleys, but here the buildings are all made of clay and they’re much higher. The economic authority of old tall gray landlords and landladies and their henchpersons…

My dreams from Monday, 2022–05–02: Hippie-built Frank Lloyd Wright house. Curse. Cadillac tide. First dream. I’m steadily working — cleaning, plumbing and wiring — in a new four-story house made of upright telephone poles with floors bolted to them, somewhere like Lake Tahoe but with no lake. There are both…

My dreams from Thursday, 2022–04–28: Escape party. Drebil drebil. Gig work. First dream. I’m underneath an overhang of metal sports bleachers or maybe stacks of metal fencing in a big dim enclosed abandoned space. I’m threading inch-thick steel cables that somehow are flexible through a hole at the bottom edge…

My dream from Thursday, 2022–02–24: Big soft elephant. There’s an important modern feudal-society contest with lots of different, linked events. One of the events is to catch and maybe kill a little fox, using tools and materials and opportunities that are set out ahead of you on the course. I…