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In my dream I came back, skeptical about how the heaps of yellow rock ended up in the room.

In my dream we can’t break up the the boxes in the room.

In my dream there is no point to the corridor.

In my dream, the world’s richest man has a submersible base.

In my dream it’s the wine that the cult is producing that is turning the inhabitants of the Italian town into ghouls, who want to capture and convert as many of us a possible .

In my dream it’s a new body on a new terrain, but I sense a conversation continuing.

In my dream a former student comes to an opening and it is clear that she is emotionally distressed, perhaps mad.

In my dream I can feel the eyes on me.

In my dream the entire family is tucked into the sectional, each with our own antique flannel blanket.

In my dream the mood is warm and the bodies are close together on the buttery light.