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Dreams 12/7

   12/7

  It was a wild ride on the dream train this morning. The first dream from last night is fuzzy. Again, it involved pets: dogs and sweaters. I think I sold dog sweaters? I remember walking a little Corgi on a leash. 

  The next one was big. It started with a college course taught by a young white male professor. Not sure what the class was, maybe something to do with art or philosophy, but it was a small class. I was young, probably nineteen. We had a test, then I went to a motel room where I was given a small plastic fashion doll, like a Madame Alexander Cissette, only Wendy sized, (eight or nine inches tall), in a blue metal trunk. The doll had ginger hair swept back. She wore extremely high heeled spiked silver shoes. The outrageous thing about her was that she came along with a bit of gray plastic that I knew to be a doll dildo or self fuck stick. My other classmates joined me in the room. The self fuck stick was all of the discussion. A heavyset male classmate looked a lot like an old student of mine, Westley. I was given a black folder that contained an eight by ten black and white class picture. I was in the bottom left hand corner looking a lot like I had in the tenth grade. My hair was curly in a wild bob, and I wore a black lace top. I was very thin. Our grades for the course were also encoded therein. I was surprised that only one student had been given an A as a final grade. I got a B. I thought that I had an A. I left the room to use the restroom. Upon exiting a rabity looking skinny blonde janitor stopped me and asked if I was a Steeler fan or something to that effect. I told him no, that I loathed monkeyball, and he got very defensive and shitty with me. I went back to the room. My classmates had gone, and a black and white Blondie video was on the TV. Now some young Hispanic mothers had joined me on the bed with their little girls who were grade school aged. They were put off by the doll self fuck stick, and the Blondie video had something to do with it. Supposedly Blondie was trying to outlaw football and something else at the same time. Smoking? Not sure, but a young white female doctor in a lab coat joined us with a syringe of beet juice that she was about to shoot one of the mothers up with. Maybe she failed the monkeyball test? I told her that I loved beet juice, and she nodded her head like my English teachers used to in junior high. Miss Allen came to mind. Then I went home to Ron. We lived in the ranch down the street. He asked if I had seen the brochure from the real estate company on the dining room table. He said that it had come in Jay’s name, that he and Annie had ordered it. He wondered if they were moving. I thought that it must’ve been an old address since they had lived in the house before us. Arthur woke me up at this point, jumping on my head. 

Dana's Dreams

Dana's Dreams Two

Revenge of the Dream Hog

The Moment

The Moment

The only thing that matters,

it's true.

I live 

for the moment.

Do you?

Get lost

in the moment.

See?

Don't lose it to anger. 

Listen to me. 

Put down your

fucking phones. 

Live in this moment.

Own it. 

Now it is gone

as the Horned God's fawn. 

The past is a memory,

precious; it's true,

but I'd rather

the moment. 

Wouldn't you? 

Selected Poems