A Dream I Had Yesterday While Taking a Nap

This is what I wrote down when I woke up:

The Dead Fish Diner.

Suffocating chickens in olive oil before cooking them. Listening to them scream.

The Ugly Potato (Restaurant)
need to draw the designs of the outsides, a big dead fish and a big ugly potato

I'm going to write everything that happens down. (Like a remote recording session.) Then we will have no secrets, because everything will be secrets.
I began to cry, almost, a tragic human love, no, please don't write everything down. We don't need secrets
no, I won't write it all down. Don't worry

I think McNashers is the word of the day

they told me to vote red. But not anymore....


a house with cool light, just daylight coming in through the windows. cool blue light, the kind that isn't light at all, but life itself effusory, not attacking but allowing as if there were no other option. as if there were no darkness. as if that light was darkness, and light itself was blinding, painful.

sitting with my mom, with three dogs, big, medium sized golden and brown dogs, lying, sleeping, waking, noticing, watching. the door. opens, girl comes in, crazy hair, ranting.
who the hell are you? oh its someone i know, its my sister? at least someone who lives in the house (having a sister). speaking gibberish, leaning on a lamp, at least grabbing it and holding on to it. recognize, stand, hold.