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June 6, 2015
I dreamt of buttering bread, a house with many rooms, a gate that wouldn't lock, a ship with its lowest level filled with dead bodies and sinister men, a shoe, a boy with long hair, you and I sitting on a knoll, I dreamt of you several times in the past two weeks and I almost asked you, did you dream of me, too? I dreamt of a natural gas field explosion, I dreamt of safety, of danger, of a van just for baggage, my mother pregnant in her late 50s. I keep waking up confused, rattled, amused, disbelieving, hopeful,