I had many short dreams. In one, I was in my home town, though it looked different. I was talking to some people I know and I said something fairly banal, but when I did I woke myself up thinking that I had actually said the thing out loud. In another dream, I was in the loft space where we were all sleeping. I was wandering around and I looked into a storage space that was off the front of the living room. There, a bunch of people who live in...

I had a lot of short dreams, many of a sexual nature, with several recurrent logos that I would see in the different dreams. One of these logos was an A with lots of s’s over top of it, and it indicated that someone was an asshole. In one dream, I had sex with an ex-girlfriend. Then when I woke up, she had gone but had written the logo on my leg.

I was being shown a building that I was considering buying. It was a three tiered space, a little like Project Artaud (in San Francisco) but also like a building from France in the 20s. The building had six enormous units in it and was downtown, somewhere near Alamo Square. My friend Pepe Lozan was with me, and kept up a running commentary as I walked through the building, pointing out its many virtues and encouraging me to buy it. The walls...

I had a lot of short dreams, all with very positive emotion. In one, I dreamed that everyone participating in person in Oneironauticum had something in common (this is the first time I’d met most of these people). I thought maybe it was that everyone present was a Cancer, like me. I remember exclaiming how great it was that we all had this thing in common. Then I dreamed of pulling a guy down a snowy ski slope. He was in a stretcher, but he...