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.