It is hard to imagine the things you have never seen.

I had a dream about you. You were hungry so I made you a binocular sandwich which is peeping power between two slices of bread. You were a hungry pervert so I thought it perfect.

S o que sonhamos o que verdadeiramente somos porque o mais por estar realizado pertenece ao mundo e a toda a gente

One of the professors told me last week that he feels bad teaching with the way the economy is now. Whats the point he said. Kids arent getting jobs. You never hear faculty talk that way. He did.

I had a dream about you. You were saving your love for another man so I gave you a bigger Ziploc bag to save it in because if youre going to make that relationship work youve got to give more than what you gave to me. Later I regretted giving you my Ziploc bag because I was left with no place to store my sandwich so I had to rent a locker at the local YMCA.

It is possible to be in two dreams at once. If I dream about you and you are asleep at the time you are in both your dreams and mine. Still youre not really in my dream are you Its like a party youre invited to but arent allowed entry. Thats too bad because you would have really loved it.

I was never very good with either my hands or feet. It always seemed to me theyd just been stuck on as an afterthought during my making. Dreams didnt translate through sports or music dancing carpentry plumbing. I was the bookish kid more at home in the pages of a fantasy than in the room in the town on the planet.

I had a dream about you. You wanted to take a bath and I wanted to take a shower. It started raining so we went in the lake so we could both win. Then you got struck by lightning so I had to make love to someone else that night. I was very sad.

In books I have traveled not only to other worlds but into my own. I learned who I was and who I wanted to be what I might aspire to and what I might dare to dream about my world and myself. More powerfully and persuasively than from the shalt nots of the Ten Commandments I learned the difference between good and evil right and wrong. A Wrinkle in Time described that evil that wrong existing in a different dimension from our own. But I felt that I too existed much of the time in a different dimension from everyone else I knew. There was waking and there was sleeping. And then there were books a kind of parallel universe in which anything might happen and frequently did a universe in which I might be a newcomer but was never really a stranger. My real true world. My perfect island.