Ten.Two Thousand & Forty-Six
In the dream, we are in the mall. He is telling me that he must buy the coffeemaker. My mother has told him he has to get the house together before we get married.
In the dream, we are at Station Pizza, but it is an eat-in restaurant with a patio. The owner tells me there is someone here from Wisconsin that I used to know.
Is it Friday yet?
Neither of us feels like working.
She’s fishing, and no one is biting.
The furniture is here. The furniture is here!
I tell them that it is almost as if my editor knew all of these personal things about me and gave me this opportunity to meet them and all of these other people. These conversations have been such a gift.
I’m not sold.
I do like it here in the grandstands.
Cocoon.
