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AWPED

Published on February 7, 2011 in Adam Robinson, dream, Jac Motherfucking Jemc, Lindsay Hunter, Mary Hamilton, Readings, real talk, Sasha Fletcher, ugh up with people, Zach Dodson and zombies. 12 Comments

SUCH BEAUTY.

My favorite parts of AWP included but were not limited to reading at the zoo (stories by Mike and Tim were highlights), reading at the literature party (holy crowd), then putting on my flats and dancing (always dance when the DJ brings groupies), sitting next to Jamie at the JMWW reading and hearing his good news, feeling like I was in many warm rooms with people I love both personally and professionally, saying hello to folks from FC2 and hearing their work, having a great meeting with Emily about the book, hangouts with old friends Tom and Charlie and new friend Amina, getting to know a few very kind and solicitous District residents (though what’s up with your waitresses, really), and seeing old friends from acronyms ASU and TSU and experiencing major hugs with my girls Mary and Lindsay and Jac and Sarah and Wolfe and seeing but not spending enough time seeing Zach and Aaron and Elizabeth and Matt and Gene and Jenny and Sasha and Molly and I missed doing some stuff and did some other stuff and found a cheese plate and there was simultaneously not enough time and far too much time with the cheese plate. Now I’m back home where it’s a temperature that properly sustains human life. As soon as I got back, my body put roots into the ground. I have eaten three tacos in two days and slept 12 hours. Good to see y’all. Back to work, y’all.

Pillowdream

Published on June 8, 2010 in dream. 7 Comments
Last night, Lydia Davis came to me in my dream with a story. We were sitting together in the library at Arizona State and she kept laughing to herself and saying that she and her sister used to tell this story all the time but she hadn’t told it in years. She said that there was once a village of people who were chased by pillows. These murderous pillows could end the lives of your entire family in seconds. They must have been some kind of dark spirit because the only way to ward against them was to line up with your family and hold a cross over your stomach.

The story skipped to a family lining up in the village. The family was laughing even though the situation was very serious: they only had five crosses between the six of them. The youngest boy couldn’t find his cross and he went to stand by himself. The mother held a heavy crucifix over her pregnant belly. The pillows began to arrive in vans covered in pillows. The vans were leaping gracefully over the mountains, doing acrobatic moves, silhouetted by the sun. The family was amazed and entertained at the performance. Each laughed and clapped politely by patting one hand against an arm while still holding the cross. In the moment before the pillows arrived, the father ran to his son and held him close, pressing his cross to the boy’s stomach.

Thanks to Lydia Davis for entering my dreams and telling me a story.

Shipdream

Published on April 19, 2010 in Behind The Blog, dream and team discovery. Closed

I had a dream that I found a bullet on the ground and brought it to the police, and everyone was mad that I had picked it up. It was a spent slug. Then I dreamed I was in Singapore, but Singapore was simultaneously a pirate ship and a pirate-ship-themed restaurant, and I kept walking up flights of stairs and moving past higher and higher levels of diners until I reached the crow’s nest, which was also a small table. It had the best view of the water and the people shooting at each other on the deck.

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