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Dreams 2022

Dream 76
(3/10/2022)


I am standing
at the front
of a line

along
a row
of empty
square tables

the room
reminds me
of a remote Alaskan
Coast Guard Station
galley

sans
sustenance

sure enough
one wall
is primarily
window

snow
can be seen
blowing

drifting

we seem
to be back
in the north
for some sort
of occasion

I feel
because of my
position
that I am
the guest
of honor

I face a group
of people
seated
on one side
of a small
oval
conference
table

they seem
to be the
organizers

I am at
the end
of some nebulous
anecdote

I hurl
some nonsensical
obscenities

some non sequitur
graphic
body part
references

they look up
at me
with smiles

nods

I turn
to see Frank
from work
smiling
behind me

“you’re
going to scare
them to death
with your prison
stories”

he says
with a laugh

I feel
as if
I should move
on

but no one
is giving me
direction
to do so