![]() ![]() I knew that she had tried to swallow sperm and I knew that it was whale sperm. The real estate agent’s throat was blocked. Then it was later and a toy boat was coming to collect our bodies from the scene. Then the yard suddenly exploded and in my doll head I thought, Run. The kids were also dolls and there were bubbles around their doll heads and they were posed as if trying to pop them. The husband figure had a rake in his hands. We were frozen in the yard of a dollhouse. On page one, there he was, wishing to remember only when the imperishable world irrupted into the transitory one. Out back was a deep well and we were rolling a rock over the grass to cover the well so that the kids would not fall in and the rock was very very heavy but in the dream I knew that, in real life, the rock was no bigger than my husband’s eye. I kept asking my mother, the real estate agent, why the hills there were so blue but she kept trilling Copper plumbing! school system! and I knew she did not want me to know the answer. It was a strange neighborhood, set deep in a valley. She was my mother and she was also, in the dream, a large bird. The real estate agent stood on the lawn. In the years before we’d bought a house I had dreamt of a house and had loved dreaming of a house and then we had a house and I missed my dreams. ![]() He was nice and I was nice and when that is the case what to do but consolidate. ![]()
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