Feeding the Baby

In my dream last night my little sister was sitting under some bushes just outside the garage. Just right down on the dry red dirt. It was a very hot day and she had one fussy baby in her lap and a its twin laying on its side by the ditch. I was worried about both my sister and the babies because it was so hot and they only had on diapers. My sister was "patting" the baby on her lap on the tummy. Everyone looked miserable. The second baby looked like he had cinnamon in his mouth. Oh dear. I said, "Let me take the babies and give them a cool bath while you go home and rest." She agreed and we got some help and lifted the babies up and went into the open garage to see if there was a bathtub. Turns out Bob Dylan was renting out the garage and living there. He just couldn't have been more helpful and truly seemed to want to help us bath the babies, but there were no appropriate bathtubs.   He showed us one and even got into it to show how it would work, but ...

In my dream last night the world was at war. There was a constant state of crisis and all citizens had been thoroughly briefed. There was a chemical weapon that looked like sparkling gold specks that dropped from the sky. When we heard the warning we had to gather up the family and neighbors into the most air tight room we could find and wait for the all clear. One afternoon the alarm sounded. I was at the Cowper street house and we had a shelter in the basement. My heart pounded and I began rushing around hurrying people. "Come now!" I cried. But they delayed. Children in the swimming pool didn't believe anything could happen on a sunny day. Men walking home for work were skeptical of the need to rush. I cried and pushed and pulled and got so many of my family into the shelter just as the golden dust began to fall. At first it looked harmless those who were too slow were slowly covered with the dust, but it was already too late for them they fell at the doorstep an...

Robbie's Mesmerizing Eyes

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By Joe Salerno Poetry is the art of not succeeding; the art of making a little ritual out of your own bad luck, lighting a little fire made of leaves, reciting a prayer in the ordinary work. It’s the art of those who didn’t make it after all; who were lucky enough to be left behind, while the winners ran on ahead to wherever it is winners go running to. O blessed rainy day, glorious as a paper bag. The kingdom of poetry is like this—quiet, anonymous, a dab of sunlight on the back of your hand, a view out the window just before dusk. It’s an art more shadow than statue, and has something to do with your dreams running out—a bare branch darkening on a winter sky, the week-old snow frozen into something hard. It’s an art as simple as drinking water from a tin cup; of loving that moment at the end of autumn, say, when the air holds no more promises, and the days are short and likely to be gray. A bland light is best to see it in. Middle age brings it to flower....

I live in an old gray house With scarred wooden floors and wavery-glass. There is a room in the back, behind an elusive door Which I stumble on only in dreams. The room is empty now and dusty from misuse But the window views are wide and clear. My husband, black-bearded, warns me off. I ache From its lack. Even now I know I have gone back

The dream last night had Dennis, me, the boys, and a baby moving into a new unknown house in a new unknown city.  It turns out that in this city each night the animals migrate from a grassy spot down slope to a grassy spot up in the hills and the path of the migration is through our yard. The hour comes and we are in the house looking out across the yard to the barn and the animals start coming. A few at first then more and more till it's like a flood of animals. They are pressing up against the sliding glass doors and the windows. Rhinoceros, elephants, wolves, sheep, all of them. I can see their gray hides pressed tight to the glass and I am seriously worried about the glass breaking. When they finally clear the boys and Dennis go out in the yard heading to the barn. The boys are bare chested and bare foot and I am full of fear for their safety. Anything could happen! There is a wolf on the barn roof. Moonlight Wolf by  Frederic Remington ...

  Last night I was  dreaming  about this girl who insisted I give back her Aunt Mary's rings. She said that she gave me three rings of her Aunt Mary's and that I needed to give them back. I didn't remember her giving me the rings. Later her boyfriend was talking to me and telling me I had to give back the rings and I said to him, "I don't always remember everything that happens to me, not like when I was younger. Maybe she gave me the rings and I just don't remember? But I showed her  three rings tied in a row on a string and asked if these were her Aunt Mary's and she could not identify them. What do you want me to do?" Then I walked to some elevators to leave and as I walked there were places on the floor where workmen had pulled up tile and flooring and I could see far down the holes and it looked very dangerous like anyone could fall through the hole and down to the bottom of that pit. And finally the holes were very close togethe...

Dreamed about babies last night. It was work and it was a party. There was a baby and I was trying to keep track of it. At one point the baby looked at me and said, do you mind stepping out of the room so we (meaning the guy sitting on the bed) can have some man talk? I just thought that was so clever and I went around telling everyone how smart that boy was. Then there was a wild party and all the ladies from work were drunk in the kitchen and started taking off their clothes and dancing around and spilling drinks on the floor. I sat alone in the other room and thought about what morons they were. As usual I would be getting in trouble for not going along with them. But really, most of the time it's stuff as stupid and mindless as dancing naked in the kitchen so if I don't want to I'm just not going to compromise. Long story right? And I didn't even get to the part about feeding the baby. I was always worrying about whether the baby was getting its bottl...

Last night I dreamed we had a party at Grandma's house on Ivy. The driveway was setup for guests and we had a really cool barbeque setup. There was a woman there demonstrating cooking and we sat around on barstools watching. I was being interviewed, one of those this is where she came from stories. There was a photographer too and we set off around the side of the garage to climb to the top of the hill. Over the years the yard had grown, and I mean got much much bigger! As we walked along the side of the garage I could see Mom's irises. They were so vibrant. Purple (my favorite, white, yellow and big green stalks.) We went in a back gate and walked up to the top of the hill where we used to play "baseball" and there at the top was a huge well equipped sports field. With the backstop and benches and the little store where kids can buy a bag of big league chew bubble gum. And way off to the side was a view of a beautiful hilly country. It was great...

I dreamed that Dennis and I moved to a new bustling city and lived in a complex with lots of other people. I hated it. The teenagers were playing a game in the hallway and they were just knocking us out of the way and telling us to leave. I got so mad I said I'm calling the police! But then I had a terrible time trying to get into my own apartment and finding a phone. There seemed to be a lot of tables with empty pizza boxes on them and sometimes animals and children were perched in the boxes. Then I was trying to cook outdoors over a small hibachi. The frying pan was small and I kept finding odd things in the bottom like a black napkin. In the end I was able to cook a small grilled cheese sandwich but alas I forgot to put the tomato on. We were also by a pool. It was perfect and blue. There was a teacher and we were learning English from her. I was showing a boy from Germany how to make the hand signs for "go faster" and "turn left" he seemed intereste...