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Often I wake up from dreaming to catch the last part of the dream and realize its appropriation of early themes of the dream; before I went to sleep last night I was reviewing formats and several different manners of writing applications to Exhibitions, and I dreamed about it for most of the night, specifically the text in front of my eyes and me with a pen marking things and circling things and scrawling notes. And then later in the dream, in its shift to more sensual interests of dream-uninhibitedness, transposed the formats of the Proposals and Artist Statements onto the words and acknowledgement of the Fictional Encounters; the important thing to note here is not whether or not I dream in movie-embraces, but how humorously organized and formatted, in an abstract way, those embraces are in the dream, as if they are simply and without effort shifting into another form, from text and reading to a sort of physical intimacy with emotional headings, footers, and readable font. Its very telling.