What do you dream about?

You mean when Iím not dreaming about falling airplanes, getting shot in the kneecap or the seductive powers of a good head scratch?

I dream about someday living in a huge, crazy house out in some small town in the middle of nowhere.

I dream about driving through the deep south; peachfields and graceland and the hypnotic powers of that melodic drawl. High summer and curling around

another body far too hot to touch.

I dream about learning to play the trumpet, the violin and the twelve-string guitar.

I dream of one day leaving behind this wretched job of mine to do what I truly love. Even if that means I have to live out of the back of a van for ten years.

I dream about learning to parallel park, and knit. and arc weld. and throw pots. and fix cars. and make a killer thai curry.

I dream of a world where EVERYBODY knows that catcalling women is offensive, and harassing them is completely unacceptable.

I dream about taking a world tour, Egypt and Thailand and Austria and brazil and morocco andÖand everywhere.

I dream (at this particular second) of the ocean.

I dream of one day overcoming my fear of flight.

I dream of things that frighten and intrigue me, far more lucidly than ever before, and i wonder if things are going to fall into place or just fall apart.