I stop at this curry shop and buy a vindaloo ( Read more... )

This from a while back ( Read more... )

So alumnus extraordinaire SB has died, and I'm the undertaker ( Read more... )

Telegraph Avenue dream.
A lot of alumni I know either work on or frequent Telegraph in Berkeley.
The dream starts in that sort of It’s The Real Place, But Not stage.

I climb a firescape to visit V--- from ’03.

L-is there, in line to see a punk show.
Her friends are done up in Hellraiser-cum-Iron Maiden attire ( Read more... )

An inadequate post attempting to capture the grandeur of nonsensical dreams. Read only if all your chores are finished and you are at a level of leisure that you won't begrudge the minutes you spent on this ( Read more... )

I tell my students they will dream about me, especially when they're middle-aged with a vague feeling of being unfulfilled ( Read more... )

Correct me if I’m mistaken ( Read more... )

Dream:
There’s a rebellion going on. SB and KC are rebels and I’m on the government side ( Read more... )

Dream cycle continues ( Read more... )

Dream:
You are sitting in some darkened stands, and I am on a lighted stage.
You’ve come to watch me sing. (I can’t remember whether I sang “Ego Sum Abbas” from Orff’s Carmina Burana, or the part of Odin from Wagner’s Ring Cycle.)Standing in the shower, scanning poems in the mind, accenting anapests and dactyls in the crystal ink beading the ( Read more... )