I got to the end of the day and was afraid I wouldn’t be able to sleep, as I was still haunted by a dream from the night before in which I sobbed helplessly while hearing a song listing the beautiful, complicated names of all the white horses that had been slain. Who would even do that, and why?
So I made this picture, and then yes, I did sleep.
attempt to remind myself of an image from a dream, about being able to focus energy into positive action
watery dreams for the first real hot day of the warm season
I stood on a hill, I walked by a stream, I traveled on roads when the world was a dream.
I know these places. I had been here soon, when the sun was asleep, when the light was moon.
Odd half-dream last night, remembering places I could see in detail but could not at all place in the waking world, or tell how I knew them, what I’d done there, and why it felt so significant.
distaff dream moon cat witchy bird
basking in the light of the dream carp
crustaceous eyelash. or another dream turtle bird.
when I was young I lived nearer the ocean any my grandparents sometimes fed us on lobsters with drawn butter in gold rimmed dishes.
sleeping in the full moon
deferred confrontation down in the weeds