October 8, 2006
The sixth dream: I am caught, my legs and hands tangled in something. The more I move, the more tightly I am bound. I feel a seizure coming on, and my brain is a pound of live grasshoppers on a hot iron skillet with no oil. Wagner Ware, hard black iron. Someone is going to have to scrape this thing clean. Some of the hoppers are jumping, landing against the wall next to the stovetop, some falling back into the pan. Others with their feet and bodies already welded to the skillet move slowly. Few are dead yet.