October 14, 2006
The twelfth dream: At the lectern, on a small stage draped in heavy wine-colored curtains. The seats are old laminated wood, and they squeak. Three people are in the audience. One moment they sit together. The next moment the three are sitting in entirely different sections. Then they are together again forming a V. I can feel my notes bulging in my pocket. My mouth opens and bugs fly out. One sticks to my lower lip, biting and kicking. Gripping the lectern, I am rocking it side to side. I am amazed at something that hasn't yet happened.