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Honeysuckle and Tide laundry pods converge in the summer air, harmonious and yet deeply unnatural and cruel. I am walking. The creamy blossoms cower to the manufactured scent of an ocean breeze. I hope I find it. I stop walking and then continue. I stop and then continue. I keep looking but never up. I am looking down. I don’t know when I lost it. I never look ahead and don’t see it. Awake.

Chasing after kittens on a roof, trying to catch them all before they fall.

A group of floating wooden drumsticks that followed some law of symetry in their arrangement but more importantly they were sort of like a magnetic field-mirror. Each drumstick stayed on some axis but together would move and spin and twirl in syncronicity to my point of view and the speed of change of my position.

I went on a date with Andrew Cuomo. It was delightful.

At camp the leader said let’s go for a swim. And then the water started filling up all the houses and all the cars. And then she stopped the water once it had flooded wverywhere

In a large, old apartment in some European city center, Marisa Tomei and I follow instructions to cut apart a silk rug and use it to re-upholster a chair.

Bought 2 snakes and took them home. One was agitated and the other one seemed dead. They were small but the energetic one was moving around the room. I was getting scared of it, disgusted. Why did I buy it? At one point the quiet one lost part of its tail. I was happier when I thought it was dead. But it wasn’t. The cat was playing with it.

I kept following the other one with my eyes. I wanted to kill it. Looked around to try and find something. It made sounds. I sprayed it with something and it died. Now I remembered that there is still another one in the room.

I was trying to catch/kill a flying black widow in my old bedroom where I grew up. My plan was to smash it between my fingers with the gardening gloves I was wearing. I thought it flew out of the room and as I am leaving I see a bird sitting on the window sill in the room and it is looking at me. I look outside and construction workers are demolishing concrete and I wonder if the black widow became the bird.

I walked down from a country road to watch a nineteen year old boy fail a lasso test judged by a man on a horse who later grabbed a charging cow by the neck with his bare hands.

I was at the bottom of some stairs when a friend I hadnt seen in years started aggressively doing karate toward me. I was confused, but not scared.

I had a dream that you were trying to get with Franny and I was mad.

In the ocean. I’m afraid to go any deeper but I’m right where the waves are starting to curl. I watch people deeper having fun and jumping over the waves before they crack. They are all facing the beach and don’t see a giant wave coming. I try to make my way to shore but I’m swimming against the current. I know that wave is going to be strong and big. I don’t warn anyone. I make my way to shore just in time and when I look back, I see everyone under water, caught in the curl. One man in particular, managed to walk out. I can tell he thought he was about to die.

I dreamt that I was a youtuber or a vlogger of sorts. Despite my many insecurities, when I went to look back at the footage during editing, I wasn’t upset with my appearance. I actually thought I looked good on camera. Can’t say I feel that way outside of my dreams.

A dream within a dream within a dream within a dream. Staring at tv static and waking up over and over again.

I dreamt of cycling down a grassy hill with a young child, we are moving fast through the wind. We end up at a beach with shallow water that has covered all of the surface of the sand, just before the sun sets. Most people stay away from the water but we continue to cycle through, unafraid of the changing tide. The sky is grey and pink, the rush is a similar feeling to flying. The child is my baby brother, he turns 16 today.

I dreamed I was helping a ruthless assassin. We waited in victims’ homes, and while I made chit chat she hid in the closet waiting to pounce. She carried a giant suit case with all of her tools.

I dreamed of hugging my mother again, after months of having seen her through an iPhone screen and having had the Atlantic Ocean between us. I dreamed of doing a walk on the beach with her, one of our favorite ritual in summer nights, and the taste of home.

My uncles ghost appeared and nobody could see him but me and I was so happy I immediately went to go hug him and I would just go right through him, I cried and asked him what was going on and he didn’t talk or move he just stood there smiling and then just disappeared and I was left balling my eyes out.

I dreamt I was at the United Oil gas station on Sunset Blvd, the one with the blue mosaic, when two aggro blondes came in and tried to hustle the cashier who was both woman and man and definitely flirting with me. There was tension but eventually they left. I paid, went outside, crossed the street and got huitlacoche tacos from three sturdy women. They wore green, pink, orange. Gazing upward it became clear that the moon was actually just a glowing circle on a big screen above the gas prices.