Susan Legind collage, "It Was Just a Dream," as posted to Collagistes Collective on Facebook:

A dream where I cannot sleep and end up at my psychoanalyst’s house. She is doing a dance of some kind of dance to demonstrate something to me, to elaborate on something she had used words to say earlier. Also her husband is there. He is an older man with gray hair and a beard, bald and in a disheveled state. He is sitting at their computer and uploading songs to something like a USB or an iPod, and says something about doing it for her because of the road trip she or they are taking soon. Later we are standing on her balcony and discussing music, and she is telling me why she loves the composer she had danced to earlier, and I say “so you don’t like the atonal stuff?” and she shakes her head. The composer she likes is a man with an n and an o in his name but that’s all I can remember. I stumble around their house in the early dawn with the light dim and everything kind of blue in her apartment. Her son and his wife are sleeping in one room. I don’t get to the room she and her husband with grey hair and beard are in. I end up outside in an area that is vaguely Milwaukee’s east side Oakland Avenue-ish. I end up back home with an electronic device near my bed which is very low to ground.

Last night I dreamed I went to the White House to meet Obama and he took me down in the elevator into this hi-tech sub-basement and showed me his vintage collection of centuries-old breakfast cereals. They were all sitting out in the open on a steel table, and each one was in a weird sack or bag with buffalo bill steampunk letting printed on the package. He said "I try a different one every morning."

Dreamed that two poets "covered" (remixed? remade?) Bombyonder, one as a graphic novel and the other as a vinyl LP.

I had a dream that was basically a game like candy crush saga but instead of candy there were words and you had to slide them around to make lines of poems

I definitely do NOT want to open a bar called Apathy + Protest for the 27-28 yr old demographic, but that's what I dreamed I was doing

Dream that eyelashes were falling out or in some places, ingrown. Got tweezers from an old woman at a party. Woke up before I was about to stick the tweezers into my eye. Un Chein Analou redux? Oedipus?