Dream #3

So last night I dreamed I was on a train platform, escaping from somewhere and attempting to run to the parking lot (of the train station?) and maybe a car. There were lots of people around me and they were all running and shouting and I didn’t know anyone except for a Russian assassin named Yuri. I’m assuming he was Russian because that’s all he spoke (yes, I dreamed in Russian and no, I could not understand him, I don’t know Russian). He had some kind of high power sniper rifle on his back (I couldn’t tell what kind) and we were running through the crowd, maybe taking enemy fire, while Sarah Brightman’s “Who Wants to Live Forever” played over the station speaker system. I think he got shot or something because I woke up screaming in my head, “OMG YURI!” and we never made it to the parking lot.

Girl+Muse=

morning, we woke up

and you performed

another extraordinary miracle:

wings split

the paper thin skin

taped across your shoulder blades,

your wet spine

glistened through jauntily

angled prisms thatched

to your ribcage

with flayed nerves

and slippery veins,

as you flew around the room

you said: “No. That’s not how

it happened.”

I woke up alone.

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This poem first appeared in Lupercalia.

Dream #2

Last night I dreamt I was staying at this really nice hotel with pink walls and enormous picture windows. I was there for work, or something business related and I had to pack up all my stuff to leave. Most of the other residents, my co-workers, had already left but I wanted to stay a few extra days. But then these blue cylindrical pods fell from the sky and inside were these slimy, reptilian/insectoid monster aliens. I started to run away and one of the aliens started chasing me but along the way it took over my ex’s body, like made a skin suit and killed the fuck out of him. Then we became best friends.

Dream #1

A few nights ago I had a dream I was living at my mom’s house while Mr. J was deployed somewhere inaccessible. None of the cats were there, otherwise this dream would have been more awkward than it was, so I decided to adopt a dog, I think, the dog just kinda showed up. It was a black dachshunds with really stumpy legs. Well, my mom’s house has a lot of stuff in it and the dog kept running around getting lost under things. I didn’t have a kennel or any kind of bedding for it yet, I only had a leash that was too big for it. The leash was made for something lion sized, not dachshund sized so I had no way to contain this dog. So I’m looking for it and looking for it and then I finally find it/it finally comes back to me and it has this really guilty look on its face. I ask it what’s wrong and it just starts shitting everywhere. Like, not basic, containable shit but projectile shit. I freak out and try to grab it to control where the shit goes as it’s leaving this dog and I get shit all over my hands and my wrists. Then I woke up.