A few nights ago, I dreamt that I had a crush on Thomas Merton. He was at the same party as me, wearing a big puffy vest. But this Merton had hair. Then a high school friend of mine made out with him. She said his kiss was “gummy.”
Last night, I dreamt that I was working on a poetry project, on poets P-Z. But then I got sidetracked and started working on one for H.D. too. I got especially super stoked when I remembered the bibliography book we have in our office, with her face on the cover. Because everyone’s dream is to remember a big thick heavy reference book.
I think also in that dream I spent a few hours reading Pound’s Cantos.
These are my dreams lately.
Not that I’m complaining, I guess. But I feel like my dreams could be a little more adventurous, a little less work-related. Couldn’t I time travel a little? Go flying? Learn to shoot arrows? Make best friends with a lion? Something?
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