I hate being predictable, but as Mother’s Day approached this month my dreams flooded with images of my mother. In one dream I stood in the kitchen and heard someone opening the front door of this apartment. I asked myself “Who has a key to this place besides me? Who is allowed in?” Through that [...]
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Dreamed I was on a houseboat. The boat was large, with 3 or 4 families living on board. Most of the people were adults but I walked toward the back and found a couple of 5 year old girls playing on the floor. They told me “Go look at the bathroom.” I stepped into the [...]
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Tuesday, November 24, 2009
Lucidity keeps poking up out of my dreams lately. I wake up part way to ask: Where did that come from? I hear someone say something in a way that I’ve never heard in my real life, and I ask how something could be here if I never experienced it? How can people say things [...]
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Saturday, November 7, 2009
My dreams have had sourness about them this year. A dour, depressed tincture of humiliation and disdain, but the source and the target of the disdain are unclear. Wandering around a boatyard I happened to see an ex-girlfriend from when I first moved to New York. In reality I used to see her once and [...]
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I dreamed I saw my face from various angles. I was bearded in most of the angles, and better looking than in reality. I looked like Robert Creeley in appearance and in substance: Like Creeley I was self-confident and famous for publicly yet sensitively trimming words from stream-of-consciousness effluvia and making them sparkle. In the [...]
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I dreamed last night I was sleeping in a bed on an airplane that rose to 165,000 feet so as to avoid bad weather at 30,000 feet. I was in First Class (obviously) and was presented with a line graph illustrating how the plane’s ascent moved us close to the firmament and to God. Cabin [...]
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I just woke from a dream and I want to write it down before I forget it. My father called to complain about some mundane matter regarding his apartment. I studied his voice, authenticated it, made sure it was real. I listened for his unique southern drawls and hillbilly flourishes. I said little as he [...]
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Wednesday, September 24, 2008
I dreamed I was at a concert hall where a pianist was scheduled to perform Sorabji’s complete Opus Clavicembalisticum. I was unaware of the pianist’s name or identity, but I assumed it was going to be Jonathan Powell, whose performance of the O.C. I attended on June 20, 2004, at Merkin Hall. The dream was [...]
Tuesday, September 23, 2008
A repeat dream I’ve had for years, but which I never wrote down until this morning, is simple: I receive a Christmas/holiday greeting card from a couple of old friends. The nature of their relationship is unclear, but the card bears a picture of both of them. In the picture they are standing and waving [...]
recurring dream about yankees outfielder hideki matsui. in the dream an unnamed batter from an unnamed team hits a fly ball 860 feet into the air. hideki matsui, replacing bernie williams in center field, races up invisible platforms in center field to make the catch. he scampers upward 30 and 40 feet at a time [...]
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