Spent entire dream watching two nameless men dismantle six stories of scaffolding across an eighty-foot-wide apartment building. They worked for the most part in silence, communicating with hand gestures punctuated by the occasional “¡Mira!” “¡Cuidado!” or “¡Yo!”
The scaffolding was made of equal parts silk and metal. The men used the silk to climb up and down, raveling and unraveling themselves in an aerial …Continue reading
Dream Journal 04.26-04.27
“Full Archer Jacket”
I paratroop onto a Chatsworth, CA, warehouse rooftop w/ another soldier. We recon with a tiny drone to find rebel militant locations in the building. They have dug an ICBM silo under the warehouse. We are here to shut it down.
We spelunk into the building through a busted skylight, pass all sorts of people, none of whom …Continue reading
I’m the star of a reality show called “Surfin’ The Pole” where I tour the North Atlantic on a surfboard. One episode had me find a hidden river that led away from the ocean and took me through quaint Finnish towns.
The river was the de facto Main Street through all the towns, and I waved at people and stopped for food along the …Continue reading
(à la Harris Teeter or Piggly Wiggly)
I’m talking to my mother in the beer section, sitting on the floor with my back against a fridge door, looking up at her. Cases of beer piled high in the aisle lend us some privacy. I’m beyond agitated.
“All the meat used to convict these people had the same date,” I tremble and point …Continue reading
Communication is a form of respiration.
“You want to know what I think…?” is the same as asking, “You want to know how I breathe…?”
Resonant, meaningful discourse flows as a meditation, where we think on inhale and communicate on exhale. Thinking, writing, and speaking — these mirror different stages of breathing, and together form a respiratory cycle.
We draw our breath …Continue reading