A lightbulb in my hands burst into flame. I threw it in a large barrel. It morphed into the head of a dog and beneath the flames I could see it barking in agony. I thought "it will die soon!" but it just kept barking and barking. There was nothing I could do to save it.

On a beach: clear sky, bright sun. Two occupied VW beetles suspended sideways above me. I rose disoriented. A pop up city had been rearranged. I wandered looking for something familiar. The city was preparing for a Mardigras festival. I passed racks of glittering costumes and flamboyant people.

 I was in a building that was part hospital, part pre-school, and part office. There were people around that were familiar coworkers. I deduced, therefore, that I must be at work but realized to my embarrassment that I hadn't yet showered and, since there was a bathroom, I decided that I had better take care of this before anyone found out. With this goal in mind, I began to unpin my copious hair which fell in heavy mounds of dreadlocks:  Beautiful, thick, endless dreadlocks that kept falling and falling and I kept unpinning and unpinning and I thought I'd never finish when a coworker arrived. She said I was to remove my plants from in front of the front door because the inspectors were coming. With my hair half unpinned, and a bit nervous about these inspectors, I immediately attempted to attend to her request, only to be blocked from my destination by changing mazes and piles of shoes, dolls and baby items, even the door itself kept changing its appearance until I could not find it. Then, a hospital bed appeared where the door had been and it unfolded into impractical configurations as I attempted to operate the levers and buttons. It was then that I looked around and realized that there was  a sickly person lying on a bed in the corner. She was frail, flaccid and uncovered. She was wet, smelled like urine and had pressure ulcers all over her body. She was falling off the bed onto the floor. I picked her up and she had no bones. I flopped her on the bed and decided I needed to give her a bath. I left her there, wet, cold, uncovered, unprotected and went off in search of towels. I went back into the bathroom and there were shelves full of blankets, q-tips, bibs, spoons, needles, diapers, but no towels. I finally found two worn out rags and wet them with cold water. I went out into the middle of the room and the woman (who was now a man) was up, dressed, robust, and laughing with his family. He came up to me and kissed me, the cold towels dripping water on the floor. I felt incompetent and ashamed.

There was a flood. I was in an auditorium. My clean clothes in a laundry basket fell into the water and I dived to retrieve them one by one. I visited an artist who was having a craft class in the water. A toy car I was driving with a friend was stuck in the mud. He ran off into the woods screaming.

My boyfriend and I were at the airport and lost contact. My phone was falling apart and inside were sheets of scrap paper, mascara, hair brushes, and other objects. I could not figure out how to put it back together. We missed our plane.

My cat Alice floating in the waves of an ocean, her claw was damaged. I tried to examine it and off came half of her skin. Very bloody. Tried to find a veterinarian but phone possibilities were endlessly daunting. Vet finally came and I asked him for pain medication for her. He said I was "stupid".

Teaching in an auditorium, many students, I'm in the middle of a circle, unprepared, no syllabus, computers too complicated. I stated "This is a ..." and everyone shouted "dream!" A girl with kinky blond hair was identified as the smartest girl. I asked her "what is a dream?" she answered with something I already knew. I said "I already know that." She replied, "well, I'm you."