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I think I had three dreams,
I remember thinking that
when I woke up this morning,
but I didn’t write them all down
immediately
and now I can only remember one
we walked to a doorway
of some sort of art reading,
like a poetry performance artist show.
And old male friend of mine
was one of the people on the stage,
I hadn’t seen this friend in a long time,
so I had to at least make it to his show.
I didn’t know what the show would be like.
All I can remember
is that the room where the show was in
was dark,
there were no lights on.
We stood in the open doorway,
but there was a light on
past the doorway
and that distracted from the lack of light
in this performance art space
anyway, my friend and another woman
(I guess she was in this show too)
walked to the center of the room
which was kind of small,
so they were close to everyone
as they stood on their stage,
which was just the center of the room
that was framed by their standing audience.
So my friend started talking
as the intro of this show,
and the woman sat down
at what looked like a keyboard
(but I couldn’t really see
because of the lack of light).
But my friend started talking,
and I have no idea what he was saying,
but apparently the lack of light
was a part of the show,
because he had one of those
touch lights,
or wall lights
(or stair lights,
or whatever you want to call them)
and he had one of these lights
on his shirt over his chest,
and he took his arm
and just pounded on his chest once,
and that turned this touch light on.
And he left it on,
and he was just talking
with this light on his chest,
which apparently was a part of the show.
And that’s all I remember of the dream.
