dream fist

escape dream fist 60

2011-06-12T22:17:00.000-07:00

the crucifiction of women
the old westmount house and its front door
the fear of maria magdalena
the incredible shootouts
wherever i turned
the countryside violence of guns
i always escaped
then slid down a hiking trail on sailboat
with william shatner
but then they tried to kill me again
this time with arrows
everyone around me died from arrows
one man got the arrow and so did the woman behind him
as the arrow passed straight through
i watched all this from the cliff above
then i flew using numbers to guide my height
1 was lowest and so on
others joined me seeing how easy it was
we flew to vancouver
where an earthquake or flood had sunk
a famous restaurant now sitting halfway underwater
the chef now had a bbq grill on a tiny island of land
connected to to the sunken restaurant
it was night by now
and we landed to eat burgers
then my sister and i went to a show
at a swanky performance center where our entire row
slid off its hinges and glided through
the door like an amusement park roller coaster
running sideways,
i was the only one who screamed
after that we headed back to our rooms
where more murders were happening
my old boss
trying again to kill me
in some caribbean island house
but i escaped again
by a back door, backyard, backalley
escape escape escaped

dream fist prison 59

2011-01-13T17:39:00.000-08:00

my highschool reunion was in a prison

some girls were there and i kissed one on the cheeks at length, Marika
there were prisoners walking all around
some kept trying to grab my yellow jacket
i was frustrated because they kept trying to steal it from me
there were also food stands everywhere
a lush, sweet open gourmet market
everything is free

suddenly the reunion was over and all the girls went home
the prisoners went back to their cells
alone, i slept on the floor with my yellow jacket, on a blue mat

the next day i tried to find an exit
there was hustle and bustle around all the food displays
people walking and talking and going up and down escalators

i found a bright door but was told
that i couldn't use it because i needed to have been
in prison for 10 years and have written a memoir
which i would submit in the shape of its pages soaked in water
then rolled into a baseball size white sphere
and woven into a napkin-like sheet of rice paper

so i searched for another door
where the ticket to exit was similar rice paper
with 10 small balls woven throughout
each a different sized pearl
i gave this card
and woke up

dream fist Pink 58

2010-04-11T21:39:00.000-07:00

Pink is my girlfriend. She goes down on me, I come so hard I hit a high C. Then she wants the same in return and as she lies on her stomach, I see why they call her Pink. I'm such a bad lesbian.

dream fist fashion fifty seven

2010-04-11T21:34:00.000-07:00

I'm studying science at university and my boyfriend is Arabic. there is love, we kiss. He is studying fashion design and shows me the promotion for his fashion line. On the poster, he is modeling shiny black leggings, cowboy boots, a long, striped black and gold t-shirt and a white doily as a hat. At this point i realize that he is gay and will never make it in fashion.

dream fist 56

2010-04-11T21:28:00.000-07:00

it was humans against animals. the world had changed and i couldn't tell if it was past or future. wild animal everywhere. we had to fight them with our bare hands in self-defense. once we'd worked through lions and tigers, black, featureless doll-like people emerged as the new enemy. we tried drowning them but it didn't work. some were even pregnant though they appeared more to be robots. we ran and killed, killed and ran. finally the black doll robots started killing each other off until there were none and we had peace.

dream fist 5-55

2010-04-03T17:50:00.001-07:00

i see a huge tarantula trying to escape but it can't find an exit. we are afraid of it but it is more afraid of us.

next i am shot in the head but do not die. instead, my left arm goes numb. i awaken with the same affliction because i had been sleeping on that arm. i go back to sleep and the dream continues.

the seas recede and seabeds are peppered with ball bearings. boats point downward into sand. we know that in 5 days, the earth will stop revolving and we will all die. the lack of gravity will release all things and we will all float up, suffocate, freeze and then burn in the atmosphere. what would you do with 5 days? cha cha cha

dream fist dance 54

2010-04-03T17:44:00.000-07:00

i wake up late, but ready to judge the highschool dance competition. a long-legged black woman begins. she mounts a tall table in high heels. she jumps and does perfect aereal splits. then a white woman - a throwback from my own highschool days - attemps the same move. she too mounts the tall table in heels and succeeds in the jump but not the landing. she falls and dies. i rush to help but i don't know the address of the school to inform 911.

3 in 1 fist 53

2010-02-01T15:48:00.000-08:00

I had invited my friend to my concert but then I lost my voice, had my credit card stolen and died. It was the me of no me death, however. She was a short-haired blond with raccoon eye makeup and who died in shallow water. Who was it?

Next, there is fire in the distance and it touches a nearby house. We rush out of there. I don't recognize the house. Then I am swimming in seawater near shore dodging giant tankers to my right and left. I spot a way out under a nearby fence.

Finally, I am working in an open air restaurant with my student Dennis. I keep taking orders too slowly then break a large glass window.

dream fist 52

2009-12-12T21:22:00.000-08:00

The dreamfist. Istanbul. Sufis. My husband. Sex. I am in an apartment. My husband and I have separate rooms. I am watching porn and he catches me. I am embarrassed for a moment. I head out into the streets, talking to myself, a man joins me in the conversation as we walk downhill. Suddenly there is a big explosion at the mosque down the road from us. We get a bird’s eye view. He says it’s nothing.

I enter a restaurant and realize there is a sufi concert going on. All my friends are there. I’ve found them accidentally in a city of 20 million. We are happy to see each other. Some are more real than others. We eat together then put green towels on our head to identify ourselves as Sufis in the audience and wait for the seated singers on stage to begin. For some reason, Robert De Niro is a sufi seated among the singers but the microphones don’t work.

I am pointed out as a sufi by the man in front of me. It seems like he’s just speaking to entertain us while we wait for the concert to begin. Someone else makes a sufi pun and everybody laughs. The concert never begins.

I look for a bathroom. A friend asks where I got my sufi outfit (as if I were on some team!) I admit that I am wearing pajamas. I can’t find the bathroom so I ask a clerk since we have somehow found ourselves in a hotel. I ask in Turkish. We find one. It is filthy and I am wearing slippers. I see a cleaner stall but it is tiny.

I sit and close the white metal half door which only hides the bottom half of me just as an old man starts speaking incoherently. I tell him this place is for women and affix a kind of metal mask to my upper body, it is the top half of the stall. I get out of there.

On my way out, I buy sweets for my husband.

dreamd fist herb 51

2009-12-12T21:21:00.000-08:00

The healing herb is what brought the young boy and I together - his name was Jasper or Mohammed. He had chosen the herb and asked for my ear. I followed him for talking but we couldn’t find a quiet place with all the people at the festival. He said nothing as I followed him up, down, holding the dry herb. At one point we stopped for the sunrise – a pink silver sphere rising in the center of the lake.

I planted the herb so we could watch and it immediately began to grow. I took it back when we resumed our walking among inappropriately sexual plants.

Finally in the large house of my youth we climbed and climbed to my favourite place - the attic. Lovers lay blackened and dirty from who knows what?

The boy took me to the far end, to the quiet place - and without speaking – I understood that here, he had been raped.

dream fist sex @ 50

2009-12-12T21:18:00.000-08:00

An archeological pit is opened and people disappear into it. A professor grows vegetables to be used only as sex toys. Strawberry, zucchini, corn – including the hair on the ears of corn.

I live on the top floor of an immense building and everyday I descend to the same outdoor stairs to get to work. It feels like Paris but without colour. I see myself constantly frustrated.

Further on there is a church that has been converted into a huge sex gymnasium where Asian women go down on Asian men. Each couple performs the act under a piece of plastic into which they fit perfectly. There is little movement but we know what is happening. Sex demonstrations take place in other rooms for the general public.

I step outside, it’s New York City. Red Light District. I look for food. Inside a deli butchers are swinging large hunks of meat around.

I ask a woman where downtown is. She says, “Left.” We get to talking. She knows Nirvana. Not sure if she means the spiritual state or the band so I say I’m a lead singer and sing one of Nirvana’s songs I don’t recognize.

mint dream fist 49

2009-08-23T20:16:00.001-07:00

i am playing music on a piano-like instrument where the keys are mint leaves. i keep forgetting the song.

whale of a fist 48

2009-08-20T20:34:00.000-07:00

I was swimming in the ocean with my sister and somehow jumping high above sea level i could see whales with their babies surrounding us.

once i had returned to the water my sister didn't believe that there were whales everywhere in the clear blue sea. it was so beautiful.

next i was part of a group of 6 or 8 men who had decided to kill each other. we were locked in a house with no way out. one man was badly beaten and refused help. he had six hours to live, he refused medicine.

milk fist 47

2009-04-22T07:00:00.000-07:00

I dreamt I was passing through an ice cream parlour to get to a museum. the museum housed prehistoric, living animals in water tanks. They looked angry. Especially the giant T Rex in his tiny tank. He looked as if he would break the glass at any moment and come after me. I left in a hurry.

Next I was milking a cow with professional ease. I don't like milk that much but I liked the action of extracting it from the teets. Next I poured a small amount of milk into a glass and drank it.

In a parking lot, a friend was going to drive me home but had met a pretty girl and was going to take her out instead so I went to get my things from his car when he offered me a job at the ice cream parlour. I declined because I had worked in one when I was younger. I was past that now.

I returned to my teaching job and was getting changed in the classroom. Topless, my students started entering and I scolded them loudly. They would not leave. I had to prick a needle to their heads to get them to visit the museum for a moment so I could get my clothes on.

spotlight on fist 46

2009-03-26T20:06:00.001-07:00

I was on stage with Kurt Cobain looking so young. we were holding hands, lying on our backs and gazing up at a huge mountain. fans with cameras were taking pictures from the top of the mountain. somehow I caught myself in someone's zoom and was embarrassed to see the spot of hirsutism on my chin.

Next I was at a mansion which i shared with all of kurt cobain's wives. They were all jealous of me because I was his favourite.

responsibility fist 45

2009-03-18T23:23:00.000-07:00

The dream involves everything. I was ok then giving wood to a homeless man so he could sit, lotus style. Then I was in an asylum with my sister and they were giving me crazily named drugs for my problems and I was watching cartoons on the ceiling of the common bedroom. Beside me, my sister's husband, an Indian man, came to visit her and I was jealous so I joined the Navy film industry and I was the boom operator hanging off the side of a red tanker with huge waves coming at me at night and I was about to become immersed in ocean and I couldn't breathe but I survived only to commit some other error where my own inattention caused the beheading of a fellow crew mate whose head lay on the floor and was then picked up by my superior who waved it in my face as I fled in fear. She followed me with the head all the way into a tiny latrine and threw the head in there with me and then I was allowed shore leave but it was only a test. I ran outta there and got lost in a new city of both un and familiar places I headed for a vintage clothing store but found instead a maze of restaurants and then I was in a trailer and resting finally but there was a problem and the people in the trailer got killed. We backed into a woman who has glass coming out the top of her head and the other gets a blowjob from his dog but somehow they all die and I am blamed and so I am on the run again in an old car running backwards trying to get away from the Navy film industry who are following me all the time and we back up into fire and I yell "Other way! Other way!" as we drive pas the Navy film captain and keep going when I wake up exhausted.

robot dream fist 44

2009-03-10T07:15:00.000-07:00

I dream that I am having sex with a robot in a most unusual position.

dervish dream fist 43

2009-03-09T07:19:00.000-07:00

I am in a hotel room watching some whirling dervishes spin on tv and suddenly out of nowhere there appears a whirling dervish in my room. He is sitting and watching tv with me. Then the dervish gets up to leave and tells me to follow. I don't.

Later I walk outside barefoot and cannot believe the abundance of large cartoon-like mushrooms on the warm ground with white heads and black buttons - I want to eat them, but I don't.

red dream fist 42

2009-03-08T18:47:00.000-07:00

It's been months. No dreams to speak of as early light threw me out like unwanted skin. I finally dreamt that I had painted a large red keyhole onto a yellow canvas and people were mad at me because it wasn't representational.

grey gardens dream fist 41

2008-12-28T16:04:00.000-08:00

I am in Paris but it feels more like Rome eating at an outside cafe by myself. I make a mess on my beige sweater. Food.

I head inside the restaurant to the back. The place is filthy. The kitchen and bathroom are in the same room. I enter the kitchen and then the bathroom to the right. It is also filthy. Afterwards, I exit, washing my hands in the kitchen sink - leftover, rotting food everywhere.

I am on the street. It is sunny and I am wearing a hat. I pass by a garden full of pink and purple root vegetables stacked high. Huge leaves in a pile in the corner. Tannia root.

mini fist 40

2008-12-13T23:33:00.000-08:00

I dreamt that I was lifting heavy furniture; for hours.

baby fist 39

2008-12-10T15:08:00.000-08:00

My sister had adopted a baby but the baby had died. All her friends had come to the funeral but talked continuously about themselves. I politely asked them to shut up, as we mourned.

I decided to get another baby to replace the one that had died. I found one from Zimbabwe but had to go to New York to fetch it. It was late in the day and I was in a strange town.

I crossed wide roads and found a giant airport. I had to buy a ticket but couldn't locate the ticket counter. So I sat in a waiting area for a while and kept dropping my chocolate croissant. Of course, that was the domestic terminal and so I made a mad dash to the international terminal running through the airport dropping my croissant.

Finally I found the right ticket counter and entered just ahead of a large tour group lead by an orange-bearded man. The woman at the ticket counter thought I was confused - somehow our conversation was not in English but I could not recognize the language. A Zimbabwean friend was at the ticket counter beside me, his dreads defying gravity.

I dumped the entire contents of my bag looking for my travel papers. My teaching material spilled over the counter. I finally located my passport and awoke.

istanbul dream fist 38

2008-12-07T09:41:00.000-08:00

I have a baby. He is tinier than normal. It is night and my parents, not my parents, are both on the phone spreading the news of my return. I am holding the tiny thing looking up at the night sky full of stars. There is incredible wind and so many shooting stars that some of them gather into the shape of a pine tree in the sky like an aurora borealis.

A small UFO flies overhead and as I point to it and shout I accidentally drop the baby. My parents do not hear me with the wind and their own conversations and I am hysterical gathering the baby in my arms. A 2nd UFO lands nearby as I run inside the house to tend to the baby.

I set him down and gently move his head from side to side to try and awaken him. He is groggy but wakes up with a smile and I am so happy I drool on him.

exhausted dream fist 37

2008-12-07T09:37:00.000-08:00

Dreamt that I was dancing in Israel.

The show starts without me, there is no dressing room. I’m in the bathroom with other men asking me questions. I’m missing things: powder, sheepskin, hirke. My head wrap is torn. I get on stage but miss my cue. The stage, which I’m seeing for the first time consists of many small platforms. I can see no dance space. There is a big fire on one side and a long drop on the other. Stage hands point to the tiny space in between as my dance space.

There are 20 musicians and they do not know the parts they should be playing, some are angry. Mick jagger is in the audience.
I dance in between the embers and the drop on graveled concrete. I’m crying, almost hysterical. I close my eyes knowing I can fall at any moment, and begin to turn very, very slowly, arms closed. Then I open my arms and hear the audience roaring but it is indistinct.

I continue turning, crying, eyes closed, mouth open until the music ends and I walk offstage completely exhausted as if I hadn’t slept at all when I wake up.

istanbul dream fist 36

2008-12-07T09:36:00.000-08:00

Sex with death. A beautiful bald human with cataracts making the eyes a filmy gray. She/he made spastic movements as we made love and I still don’t know if I was the man or the woman

valencia dream fist 35

2008-12-07T09:34:00.000-08:00

My husband and I own a huge wooden boat and we are sailing it on what looks like the Marmara Sea. We are constantly following crazy bird formations. One day the water begins to recede and in the distance, the birds have abandoned their formations. In one great release they spiral out diagonally into the sky and the seabed becomes simultaneously dry. A green valley appears surrounded by the mountains.

Die before you die

istanbul dream fist 34

2008-12-07T09:29:00.000-08:00

Walking in a city in China. I see a tall man, possibly Germanic, wearing ill-fitting Chinese clothing and sunglasses while walking his dog. We greet, my husband is Julian Sands and together we head to this man’s apartment. I am knocking on all the wrong doors looking for apartment #5. I am alone.

A woman tells me that I must cross the bridge to get there. I am excited about this crossing. When I enter room #5 it is quite small with a giant bed. People are lying on the bed, laughing, talking, stoned. There is a wide silver bowl on the bed as well. In it are three silver packages the size of latkes.

I ask how I should enjoy China. "Buy this," the man says, and I take a silver package out of the bowl. It contains some drug but I don’t recognize it.

Next I am in an adjacent room watching TV. The film I am watching is set in an upper class Chinese home but everything is floating - the furniture, the characters. They interact four feet above ground. The film ends without ending. I wonder where my husband is.

In the next scene my husband is against a window whipping his giant penis out in front of two frightened girls. He is stoned, insane. I see him at the bottom of the stairs, I run down to meet him. His clothes have changed. He doesn’t recognize me or want help from me. He is no longer mine.

dream fist 33

2008-12-07T00:05:00.001-08:00

In the dream she had had a dream in which a geometric pattern had appeared to her. She had carefully reproduced it and wished to present her work at a small arts event. She invited her TV show friends to the show which was to take place somewhere near Vancouver at the foot of a gorgeous snow-capped mountain.

The two friends arrived and found themselves before a group of venue possibilities. Not knowing which one was the right one: an art gallery, painted glass store, or sacred bookstore; they stood outside and waited.

bursa, turkey dream fist 32

2008-12-07T00:02:00.002-08:00

Night. An outdoor concert. I am walking with my arm around a man who has no face though the face of Jim Morrison has been projected on to the head where the face should be.

Jump to Japan. A store selling curious clothes and bags. I have been here before in a previous dream and was unable to buy anything so my consumer-self is happy to be here again. I spot a gold purse and ask the price but there is none. None of the items can be bought because they are literally priceless.

I walk into another store with more curious knick-knacks. Drug paraphernalia. A small drug greenhouse with water sprinkled in through the ceiling. My husband walks in top-nude, rubbing his curiously hairless chest. He doesn’t want to come with me, he says.

He leaves and I continue browsing, picking up an interesting round wooden container not unlike a tall snuffbox. It has a false bottom in it and I think, this would be perfect for hiding drugs.

dream fist 31

2008-12-07T00:02:00.001-08:00

I am in a plane with my sister at night. It is descending fast and we realize that we are crashing. It is a swift smooth descent onto an open railroad track. We are safe but no one knows how to open the emergency doors. A man on horseback rides away from us. I jump out the plane with my sister and we hug.

granada, spain dream fist 30

2008-12-07T00:00:00.000-08:00

There was a conspiracy against me. I had done something sickening to someone, a woman. I was hated, people glared, mafia men shouted and taunted me. I became blacklisted.

I met a man, not my type at all but I took him because he was my only supporter. One night a b-movie actor got shot on the right side, one finger flew off. I grabbed the fingertip and put it in the freezer. The victim was hungry so I hand-fed him pizza until the ambulance came. People saw this and the public immediately redeemed me.

Oops, and rats ate my ankles.

duisburg, germany dream fist 29

2008-12-06T23:58:00.000-08:00

A man was holding girls’ hands underwater as they swam. I was trying to locate the culprit and bring him to justice. This was a serious Middle Eastern school for girls and we were at the beach. As I questioned girls at night returning to their dorms, one girl admitted. I quickly sought out more victims.

I ended up in the kitchen with a man-girl and a regular girl. One doing dishes, the other, tripe. They would not admit to being hurt despite my pushings.

Then I met my husband, he was leaning over a table and being spooned by his ex-girlfriend. I’m sorry I punched you, love. A jealous dream action. But I found out she was paying all our bills…

Afterwards we left together in a car with robed Muslims. It was Mohamed’s birthday and we were going to a party in the desert.

istanbul morning dream fist 28

2008-12-06T23:48:00.000-08:00

I must have gotten married and gone to a strange hamam then ended up on a honeymoon boat with my husband. We were floating in the sea and to my left there appeared a giant underwater angel. I lurched for my camera but just then a giant swordfish dove high above us like a bird in the sky. I snapped photos but what I caught were close angled sea horses in mid-flight. All this as we lay on a tall cube of water.

Meanwhile, my sister was bargaining for something she could not purchase. As we left the market she handed me a bunch of large black dried grapes and announced that she had purchased them for $5.

Back at the boat a girlfriend arrived to tell me she was pregnant. Suddenly her skin began to glow and she could not stop gazing at her own reflection. A moment later her belly was full and she wore light pink.

We were passing by floating house of solid colours. I saw an old friend doing Muslim prayers on the huge veranda that sat on the water’s surface.

It was a French colony so I looked to the map to find out where we were. Someone said New Zealand. I had though it was the Indian Ocean. But I was shown Norwegian fjords to the east of Turkey, which is where we were heading horizontally via a new canal through central Africa. As I write this the weather changes from February lodos to a cold winter rain. I can hear Romanian accordion in the wind.

dream fist 27

2008-11-23T13:54:00.000-08:00

My lit cigarette feel behind a giant hanging mirror and as I bent to get it the mirror’s edge cut my underbelly. A large piece of mirror remained lodged there. Like a fatal paper cut. When I rose and tried to dislodge it in front of the mirror, it was suddenly across my throat and removing it caused an outpouring of blood. A heat began in my stomach as I grabbed paper towels to try and stop the flow. I knew this was my death and awoke to church bells and screaming blue jays.

dream fist 26

2008-11-23T13:40:00.000-08:00

I was with my family in Montreal but I didn’t recognize them. It was my grandmother’s old house. The living room was so dark that I couldn’t make out anyone’s face. A black Labrador puppy was running around, becoming an adult dog as it ran. A bitch.

Next I was accompanying two young cousins to some restaurant. I did not recognize them. I began speaking in Turkish to one of them because I had forgotten my French.

We were trying to cross a busy street. I took one child in my arms and the other by the hand but he let go and almost got hit by a fast-moving car. By the sewer near the sidewalk there was some sort of scary, large, red, carapaced animal; a mutant scarab or beetle. I motioned to it but the children seemed to think it was normal.

Next I was with my sister and she was lying on her back. She had grabbed one of the large scarabs and put it between her legs. Next she was giving birth – to large white eggs. Screaming in pain, she asked me to pull the eggs from her vagina. There were two. No cracks, no blood.

dream fist 25

2008-08-24T17:39:00.000-07:00

I dreamt again that there was war. People were being airlifted to safety but I wanted to remain and tie up loose ends. Besides, I could easily walk to the airlift drop off.

I saw old friends everywhere including two girls who had let their hair grow long and I was embarrassed to let them see me in my sorry state. I looked less than beautiful. I took a shortcut to escape them but instead ran into another old friend who asked if i would come with him and his gang to India.

I figured I could use another pilgrimage so I headed to his place where the Maharishi Mahesh Yogi was sleeping on a circular wooden plank in the middle of a room surrounded by scribbling disciples.

I sat beside the Yogi on his plank and he woke up and began to tell a story while students scribbled even more furiously. I didn’t believe the Yogi, and besides, I’d already made a pilgrimage to Turkey once. That was enough.

In another episode, a light was above me, then inside me, I felt nothing but everyone thought I was God. Then the light really was in me and I was God. There were no witnesses.

dream fist 24

2008-08-24T17:35:00.000-07:00

My sister and I were in Venezuela, Ecuador or Guatemala. And these were choices from the dream itself.

We were renting a small cabin. Suddenly, there was a terrorist attack and some kind of deadly nerve gas was deployed. The only remedy was to smear our faces with maple syrup. I tried to get back into our cabin to get some of our things but the gas was thick and my movements became like an underwater crawl. I moved outside where my sister's face was also smeared with maple syrup.

Suddenly a match appeared and there was fire everywhere. We both went up in flames.

dream fist 23

2008-08-24T17:34:00.000-07:00

i dreamt that several people were having a limb removed. they did not seem to be in pain. they were being experimented upon. new limbs were re-attached to them and these new limbs were being controlled by a second party.

one man got up to dance with his new arm and though he seemed to make coordinated disco movements there was actually someone else controlling his new arm.

they wanted one of my limbs and i didn't want to give it to them so i decided to escape by flying. they pursued me but i worked really hard to remain airborne. i awoke mid-flight out of sheer exhaustion.

dream fist 22

2008-08-24T17:21:00.000-07:00

people were dying all around me. i ran with a human head in my hands that was afraid of dying. i couldn't find safe haven for the head. its lower lip began to droop and i knew that it had died. i lay the head by the side of a building. somehow, the pyramid was the only way.

i unlocked and relocked several doors until i came to a central living area with a view of the dead all around me. some lay in very high ceremonial buildings.

as i entered, two groups of people entered as well from opposite sides of the triangular-shaped chamber. one group of European descent, the other either African or 1st nations, wearing red and yellow feather headdresses.

the next morning, the Europeans were all wearing the headdresses and the other group had disappeared.

dream fist 21

2008-08-24T17:17:00.000-07:00

i dreamt of a machine similar in shape to a large machine gun: the liquifier.

it could suck up water and reduce the size of the molecules such that huge amounts could be transported whole continents away. a Great Lake could be liquified, transported and deposited in any drought-ridden country.

or, you could kill a human being by sucking all the water out of them.

dream fist 20

2008-08-24T17:08:00.000-07:00

a drug hideout. i am studying the texts of mevlana cellaludin rumi. they arrest me. i stuff the texts into my pants and escape.

i am in a giant expanse of land with drug dealers. they don't trust me.

"play william tell with us or die," they say.

i wait. a blond friend discovers the bits of paper in my pants. he says that i can trust him.

my turn comes up for william tell and my new friend is the archer, he will intentionally miss me; of this i am sure, even though i wake up.

dream fist 19

2008-08-24T16:49:00.000-07:00

I am in the city of Toronto sitting on a moving bus. A well-known band has just opened a tavern here. They parade the street in advertisement.

I get to my destination and a crowd is gathered around an archeological site. I hear heated speeches. All the tribes are there; weary of each other.

I step into a market stall and a Latino offers me cocaine from the nose of a dead man. Further down the street, a girl with a baby begs for money. I give her some.

I am seated in a roadside café and leave without my purse. Later when it is light, I return and see the same girl. She invites me up to her apartment. It is huge and empty.

Autumn leaves scattered on the floor. Is she Russian? She complains to the landlord that a strange man has been seen loitering in the communal bathroom.

I buy food for her and her baby. Vegetables and fruit that she can cook and mash. She is thankful. But what about tomorrow? I give her clothes, my favourite brown skirt. She will be forgotten.

I return to the crowd. The site is an old African slave graveyard, freshly uncovered. Descendants look on, in awe.

dream fist 18

2008-08-24T16:40:00.000-07:00

i walked uptown. the streets narrowed into huge lofts with spinning ceiling fans bricked into my sideview.

a man grabbed the skin of my knee and twisted such a pain as death. he wouldn’t stop. how could he sink into such a pleasure giving injury to another?

i entered the house, left the bed-on-wheels outside trying to hide dead bodies in security morgues sending little boys with smoke on their breath to collect rigormortis.

cha cha

dream fist 17

2008-08-24T16:38:00.000-07:00

the squirrel mounted his partner and set her ablaze.

there was a pliant styrofoam carpet full of holes nearby which i used to put out the fire but it only took a picture of the charred body so i dragged the situation into a neighbouring garage where i removed the covering under which lay two sets of squirrels one charred the other cannibal: man eating mate.

disgusted, i picked tiny tar-spiders from between my teeth as two mechanics laughed and played about.

dream fist 16

2008-08-24T16:34:00.000-07:00

It is day, I am on the street. It is wet and I am lost. Two young men begin to call me names. They threaten rape. They spit at me but I catch the spit in my hand before it hits me. I climb a steep road to get away and enter a hospital.

I go down some stairs seeing a way out but the stairs simply get smaller until I can barely move in them. There is a doorway at the bottom and I exit. There is a crowd of people on the hospital lawn. They are taking their break. There are some among them that I have seen before, I walk past them and they recognize me.

Across the street a woman helps a man out of a sewer. The two ask me where I have been. I disappeared, I say. I go back into the hospital. A tall Asian man follows me inside into the washroom. He is brown-skinned, freckled and wears his hair in a high Samurai ponytail. The other women in the bathroom leave and I try to explain myself to the man but it is not enough, he wants more.

dream fist 15

2008-08-24T16:31:00.000-07:00

I am trapped in a house for a year. My great aunt’s sister patrols outside preventing escape.

Next, I am in a restaurant and a friend asks for help. She says she has a baby. I look around for the baby and see a child standing in the corner. I approach the child and we talk. There is love between us.

A man I know in a grey cape and top hat enters the restaurant. I had turned him down previously, we kiss and he walks out. Next, I leave alone and take a strange roofless transport home.

It is a home I do not recognize. The kitchen is enormous and the floor is covered in leaves and snow. My mother appears and I begin to weep.

dream fist 14

2008-08-24T16:18:00.000-07:00

A birthday celebration. There was a swimming pool, lights everywhere shinning bright in the thick evening. People were dancing, singing, and swimming drunk. My grandfather stood in the corner. He passed in 1988. I didn’t speak to him but he smiled at me and I knew he was happy.

I left the area and went down to the docks. I saw a jet falling out of the sky. It was fast approaching and made loops and swerves, nearly touching ground, then rising only to nose dive into the ocean a short distance from the shore. As I returned from the dock, a small newspaper had already run a special edition on the crash.

dream fist 13

2008-08-24T16:15:00.000-07:00

It was my friend Z. He had been locked in a closet and was pounding on the door to get out. I opened it but he remained inside with his back to me. His hands were tied behind him but his head was twisted around to face me. His mouth moved without a sound. Eyes wide. Then his head twisted back around to normal, but his eyes remained fixed on me, unnattached to the face. I began to untie the rope around his wrists and thought that perhaps, all of this was not natural.

dream fist 12

2008-08-24T16:13:00.000-07:00

It is a waking moment where all the pieces of a previous dream fall into place. Salmon curtains to the left. Bright yellow walls. Ceiling fan. A heavy heat in the room. Glance at the door. Red doormat on the floor. I apply makeup and S reads to me in Spanish. I tell him that I have dreamt this before.

He continues reading. I say it again. He continues reading. Red ants approach and lovers run errands in all elements of earth, water, fire and air. The luxury endless. A clanging of pots, a midnight shower and live Cuban music through the window. Does this mean anything?

dream fist 11

2008-08-24T16:10:00.000-07:00

In this dream I have a meeting with a man. He was waiting for me at the wrong place, standing in ancient ruins. Walking into the city, it begins to rain. Insects fall to the ground. Snow falls in with the insects. I ask my friend what this means. She tells me it is a wet dream.

Later, I find the place I am looking for and it begins to rain scarabs. I pick one up from the snowy ground and remove its carapace. Licked its inner meat.

My beloved says this dream is of things coming to an end. I know better, I say.
Even when you sense apocalypse, pluck some of it off the ground and feast.

dream fist 10

2008-08-24T16:05:00.000-07:00

That night I dreamt that my sister was getting married. I was with her as she tried on countless gowns, kimonos, maddening dresses. My date wore orange, jeweled high heels to the ceremony. In the dream, he wandered away in search of an instrument. I couldn’t see his face but he was tall and dark-haired. I scolded him violently for reading my journals without permission. He stared blankly, cross-eyed at my pointed finger.

dream fist 9

2008-08-24T15:52:00.000-07:00

i take two lovers. the first, a safe haven bus encounter, i request tea at midnight, it is accepted. he is a mote of dust, a gasp of breath from Naples. my honour remains intact.

the second, an older lover, pure and more experienced. a biblical character pursuing other systems. we join and i fail to offer lubrication. he rubs a salve into my dryness but still, my very celibacy has rid me of jelly. we part and i consult a doctor. he gives me medicine for my pains.

dream fist 8

2008-08-24T15:45:00.000-07:00

my mother leaves me a will. i find it under a huge phallic stone with Asian writing on the ground beneath it. i take it and pass suddenly into Africa. walking around i look for something familiar, there is a bar i recognize. i pass onto a border crossing. I’m trying to leave the country because people want to get their hands on my will. in the end, i roll it up, swallow it and move on to sympathise with the guard, a smile across my full jaw.

dream fist 7

2008-08-24T15:41:00.000-07:00

i am riding a huge marine mammal, a cross between a sea lion and manta ray. i ride to fruition.

the aquarium i'm in is big as a downtown Vancouver living room and peppermint green. a Leatherback turtle vomits two whole frogs then bites back into them. there was sex involved and he wanted me to meet his mother, apparently she liked things straight, not crooked, straight.

dream fist 6

2008-08-24T15:35:00.000-07:00

i break into Uncle Bill's place while he is away. i bring a pizza with me and eat down in the carved-wooden basement.

i leave for a moment and upon return, rats have polished off the food. they are so fat that their skin is breaking, blood leaking through fissures, legions of overstuffed rats exploding. in agony, some smash themselves against each other, others use tiny bats and in the end there is rat meat all over Uncle Bill's nice carved basement.

dream fist 5

2008-08-24T14:37:00.000-07:00

That night i dreamt i was in a stationary car, seated on the passenger side with the door open.

People were rushing toward me and a nearby bomb went off taking people with it. Suddenly there was a man beside me in the car ugly, mustached, with square glasses and a sandy mohawk of hair. He was angry with me.

We went to the backyard of the house where I grew up and i could not find the right key to open the door. It was long since i'd been there. The man's anger increased as little girls all around us were taken by bombs. They whirled into fire and ash. I struggled to unlock the door and a sudden burst took me into high flame.

dream fist 4

2008-08-24T14:34:00.000-07:00

a man squeezes a fish onto his head with a petroleum jelly fallout. his head is now properly oiled in cosmetic injury, he’s cool, nonchalant, a sailor, swinger. he works all day, throws the cat, blinks, breathes and goes for a walk in the cemetery - the cat does not follow -

there are boils on is face. a plastic nurse opens the door. there is bleeding there is infection a chicken rubbed onto a neighbouring chestal cavity - death while the other side alive offers a paperfish, the colours are hidden but good. hey, puppet show nurse: your boil looks like mine!

the scythe goes into the leg clear across the right thigh centered and savoury you sweat and watch the girls strip ha! fucker fuck them my teeth need wood for this kinda pain. the wound is cleared - wiped
but not wiped away

dream fist 3

2008-08-24T14:32:00.000-07:00

i dreamt that there was war. as i paid for my groceries a phone rang for me it was the ruling class asking why i had deserted my faith - what was the need in these ruined times? repent and you will not die. i hung up and walked out.

there were people everywhere trying to leave the city and i packed my knapsack with sweaters and first aid but soldiers had already found me, mutant, plain-clothed. i tried to cross the road but a herd of cyclists took precedence and i dodged bullets and bicycles and olympics in the middle of war.

we are in a room. we are on our bellies. a child soldier points a modern bow and arrow at me. the child says: “i always knew i would die this way, i have seen it a million times.” he is quickly impaled.

as i paid for my groceries a man turned me upside down my neck swiftly cracked by the airborne ankles of the same grocery clerk who had handed me the phone in the first place.

dream fist 2

2008-08-24T14:30:00.000-07:00

last night i dreamt that my father was screaming in the old house.
the medicine he was taking for the bell’s palsy had attacked his eyes
he was snowblind cornucopia
no sound would come from my mouth but my eyes began to swell
i ran to join him but when i got there he had already rationalized the matter
i pulled on emotion like breath but all i got was reason which
due to its inherence
i spat out in milky phlegm.
all this in a town where women
don’t spit

dream fist 1

2008-08-24T14:20:00.000-07:00

there was blood on my hand so i rolled it into the golf ball that it became

and threw it at my mother who immediately put it in her pocket for safekeeping.

“i didn’t kill you this time mom.”
“that’s ok, you’ll get me the next,” she answered, kicking me playfully in the shin.

i took the elevator to the top floor and my feet left the ground from lack of gravity.
i floated out into the building where men with papers walked with crunch and quickness.
i didn’t know what i was doing so i rummaged for a bathroom and when i got there i found

a labyrinth of cubicles with golf ball blood clots stuck to the walls.

it was the week of communal menstruation.

Montreal, Canada 1994