
I have forgotten her name. Not Alison but a name like Alison. We were roommates in 1993. She was an art student: British, pleasant, messy.
She told me about a dream she had and showed me her drawing of it.
This is what she’d scrawled, nearly illegibly, above it:
I had a dream a man was floating in the sky comforted & happy then someone (probably God) said come on Michael and before he could think a Helicopter fell from the sky to the sea and when it would have crashed it was a drawing.
A man signs a shovel and so he digs.
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