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Psychotropic dreams last night, inspired by nothing

other than my own wacky brain chemistry. Kept

trying to wake up and couldn't. When I finally did

awaken, all I wanted was to slide back into hypnotic

sleep. Here's one image: in the main floor room

of a building I used to inhabit in Wallingford

back in the 80's (an old mom/pop grocery-store

building) set designers were building thirty-foot-high

wooden chairs for a Verdi opera. They were encrusted

with rhinestones and were painted bright greens, blues,

oranges, reds. In another dream, an animal-welfare group

captured all the wild parrots in Seattle to save them

from a predicted sub-zero storm, and then released them

to a particularly warm & tropical area of Eastern Washington.

Upon their release, at the edge of a cliff which looked out

over a verdant valley suffused with golden light, an eight-year-old

boy belted out a gospel-ballade about birds and freedom.