I went downstairs to my neighbor’s apartment
which was bigger and weirder
than it had any right to be:
ninety foot ceilings
and wide open to the sky.
with pigeons flying the perimeter
along with ravens and lions.
My neighbor wanted to sell the place
and as usual I was considering buying
because apparently
I am made of nothing but money.
The library seemed run down and kind of creepy:
the books were ancient
but the rug was rotting from damp
and the fires near the fireplace looked nothing like intentional.
There were two bathrooms
one with a glass door and a W on it
which seemed sexist.
In the dream
I bid low on the apartment.

These dreams sometimes blow me away.
These dreams are there at the end of each day.
These dreams lie with me behind blue eyes.
Whomsoever sends them deserves an effects prize.

I was on a tour of the Titanic with my whole family
including my Late Uncle Irving.
In the dream
the Titanic was just a really big ship
that had never sunk.
Anyways
the real attraction on the good ship Titanic
was the world’s biggest airplane
which probably
would have been pretty helpful
for the Titanic in real life.
We took a ride on the plane
and it was legit terrifying
but really fun
like a convertible airplane
but maybe for dinosaurs?
Possibly in the dream
the plane was involved in an accident
an idea supported by some lame ass haunted house we had to go through
once we got back on land.
Now that place was a catastrophe.

These dreams cultivate the fantastic
with highs and lows both heavenly and drastic.
Much as I hope to achieve things some day
today it’s okay to let dreams hold their sway.

I’m at a concert
of some iconic musician
I’d never heard of
but he’s big.
Bowie status – only alive!
Simply everyone under the sun is here.
and the music is amazing.
He has this deep voice
and his arrangements are really full
and dark. Somehow
I get on stage
and by the end of the show the singer is just crazy high
Inviting everyone up
giving them all crazy high fives.
I hug him but lose balance and fall over
pulling him down with me.
He just laughs it off.
The show ends
I get off the stage and see his poster
and finally learn his name: Ray.
Out of the Garden Stadium
I run into Lach
who is shocked that I’d never heard of Ray.
Then Lach tells me lots of stories
about how he actually discovered Ray
and subsequently Ray did him wrong.

These dreams are amazing. These dreams are divine.
These dreams are the finest of finely fine wines.
If I would chose something as creme de la cream
I can think of aught better than all of these dreams.