Saturday, May 17, 2014

Morning. Rained a lot last night. I dreamt the house was lost to a sinkhole.

Thursday, May 15, 2014

I dreamed I was a guest on a show called "Adam Lambert's Poetry Hour, Starring Adam Lambert."

Tuesday, May 13, 2014

Ching-In Chen, in a dream I had last night, I told you I was having trouble writing, and you asked if I would take dictation on a typewriter on a tour of readings you were doing with a bunch of women I didn't know. The readings were going to be improvised and the sound of the typewriter was an important cuing device to help everyone know what to say and how to say it. We hadn't gotten started yet, when I woke up, but I was really excited about the whole thing.
I dreamt I designed my own community college. It was nestled into the side of a mountain like a Tibetan monestery. The whole front was glass. I was some famed architect and innovator of new wave educational spaces. There were a lot of open areas. Dangling media for heads and bodies. Seriously. I could draw it for you. 2 things: my father was an architect; 2. I've been doing this too long. Help me.

Monday, May 12, 2014

I dreamed I won an octopus. A small octopus who volunteered to be raffled and eaten. I felt like there was a moral conflict eating an octopus who wanted to die. I also didn't know how to eat the octopus. I salted & ate some tentacles. Then I misplaced the rest before I could finish it.

Friday, May 9, 2014

dreamed all night I had black baby goat who was always hungry. He followed me around from dream to dream! Maybe I was just mythologizing Bruno the cat.

Thursday, May 8, 2014

in my dreams I'm angrily flying and singing, like Lucifer on Broadway

Monday, May 5, 2014

dreamed i was teaching in an auditorium for 4 classes of kids, talking about Hugo Ball's sound poetry, and i moved around the room between the rows, at one point sitting down next to David Hadbawnik while the progressively more unruly kids were chaperoned by Jennifer Moxley & Steve Evans... and then outside, calling Gilbert Joyce on the phone while a flock of guinea fowl broke into their cacophonous song. dreams like this are the good kind of weirdos.

Sunday, May 4, 2014

Last night Kathy Acker returned from the dead to give a talk on what it is like to be dead in the most impressive dream of my first sleep in the tripwire shed (still bearing the scent of CA Conrad's recent stay there)

Saturday, May 3, 2014

dreamed Prez Bush porn leaked and I bugged everyone at party for the link Frank Sherlock said YEAH HE WANTS TO WATCH THAT ONE ALONE NO DOUBT
YES George W. Bush was a terrible president and terrible man
I wrote this little love poem for him some years ago: