I was with two other people and we knew we were going to fall asleep at the same time and dream of a pool of limpid, pale blue water. It was important that we all look at the water and enter the water.

​Some prankster art outfit was painting entire blocks of the city the same color. Red, for instance.

​Sara and I were considering moving to 42nd Street, but not near Times Square.

​I dreamt of a fancy dinner for accountants.