Dreams (#3)

In a sporadically recurring dream, I’m in a kitchen that has a black and white tiled floor. The walls and ceiling start closing in on me. I enter “freeze” mode and don’t escape, although I always wake up before being crushed to death. In case one day this doesn’t occur, hopefully I’ll thaw enough to grab a final snack from the fridge.

Dreams (#2)

I used to have dreams, but they have all been disappeared and replaced by “to do” lists… although maybe the items on my “to do before I die” list constitute dreams of a sort? Too bad that list also disappeared when my laptop was stolen while I was away. (Also taken: Festus’ ashes*, and a device for removing body hair**.)

* Later recovered in the park behind my house. I guess they realized it wasn’t cocaine.

** Someone asked if the police were putting up “Wanted” posters with a photo of clean-shaven legs.

I’ve never had a prophetic dream and hope like hell that hasn’t changed

A few nights ago a friend drove me to the airport. We arrived to darkness and silence. A plane circled overhead. In that omniscient state one sometimes enters into during sleep, we knew it was about to drop a bomb. The entire dream was sepia-toned, as if we had already died and were ghosts moving through an old photograph.