I don't know about your dreams but mine are sort of hackneyed. same thing, night after night. just...repetitive. and the color is really bad - and the themes are just infantile. and you always g

At you want - and that's just not the way life is. first national bank? i love it! new hat? forget it! moby dick? never read it! i came home today and both our cars were gone. and there were all

E new pink flamingoes arranged in star patterns all over the lawn. then i went into the kitchen and it looked like a tornado had hit. and then i realized i was in the wrong house. last night i h







At dream again. i dreamed i had to take a test in a dairy queen on another planet. and then i looked around and there was this woman. and she was making it all up. she was writing it all down. a

E was laughing. she was laughing her head off. and i said: hey! give me that pen! i turned the corner in soho today and someone looked right at me and said: oh no! another laurie anderson clone!

I said: look at me! look at m

E! look at me! look at me! look at me! look at me! look at me! look at me! look at me! look at me! look at me!