I had a dream about you. I left for the country club you the mountain top knowing that at our reunion one would fall. When golf clubs fence with skis both summer and winter are painted red. In the contact sports of the wealthy the seasons are no longer impersonal forces.
I had a dream about you. I sat at your table of brotherhood and asked why you invited so many strangers. You laughed and passed me the bread bowl. But the guest in-between us took the last roll before it reached me.
I had a dream about you. You were being hung. I had a sword in one hand and a stool in the other. I couldnt decide which one to use so I stood on the stool and threw myself on the sword. It was the least I could do to protest capital punishment.
I had a dream about you. I was sitting on your couch relating my succession of ideas on subconscious influence. I asked you what they meant and you told me that free associations were a bad way to advance my political career.
I had a dream about you. It was wet but not lucid. So I couldnt control my spraying hose. I think it means we shouldnt join the fire department together.
I had a dream about you. I was a ventriloquist trying to share your fashion secrets but you wouldnt talk. So we put on a strip show for the department store sale and I was arrested for theft I took away your dignity as a mannequin.