Polyploid

 I started from a dream this morning, my heart pounding. We were running. It was a race. It was mostly women. We were running downhill and underground. It got easier the further we went. There were strange corners. There was the place where the black woman lawyer showed her underground club. And then we were running again. It started with an monitoring system that had been taken over. We had to install the last two pipes in a place where they'd been formerly, but we couldn't. One broken, and I wasn't listened to. The monitoring system had been slowly taken over by someone for a very long time. This was the last one, and one of the tube broke during installation. They were long things with cups at the end. The cups were glass. They were wrapped in a foil for installation. One broke. We argued, and then we had to run. At first there will only women, although a friend who might have been David Raikow was there. Soren too. We ran along the freeway. It was both a dash and a mara...

Jan 2, 2020 I've been up since before five. The world has been burning in flats below me for days on end. I woke up a from a dream. From a nightmare. I killed a woman. I killed her in a dream. I was on mushrooms, and I thought she'd been fatally injured. I didn't want to do it, it just happened, and I fled, or at least that's what I tell myself In the reality of the dream, I'd shared the mushrooms with her. We were on some sort of a rollercoaster, and she did something stupid, and she injured herself. I didn't want people to know what had happened. I didn't want to be held responsible for her death. I didn't want people to find out. I didn't want go to jail. So I beat her to death. Other people saw. They knew. Her frat-boy friends. They knew. It happened in my hometown of Kent, Ohio. Since the dream I've carried the guilt of her death for years. It was one of those hyperrealistic dreams. The kind where there are colors, and maybe even smells. So ...