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Transcription | May 16 2002

I had a dream about you.

You came into my grandparents’ house.

You had a wound on your head, I think.

That is, I think it was on your head.

We had arranged to meet somewhere.

Waiting for me, you had gotten hurt, I don’t know how.

Besides your head, if it was your head, your nipples were exposed and possibly bleeding.

I was supposed to meet you on a bridge in a car.

I had tried to get there, but there’d been all these cars behind me, honking.

A few blocks past the bridge, I tried to make a U-turn and ended up on the curb.

I think this was the night after meeting you.

When I had this dream, I mean.

I don’t know when it was in the dream.

Probably not any time in particular.

Or several times at once.

Later we had sex, in some sense.

This part is fuzzy.

We were on the floor of my grandparents’ dining room.

Which didn’t look like their dining room.

Mostly we just held each other.

Then I woke and made myself say everything into my tape recorder.

I haven’t transcribed it yet, nor even listened to it.

I remember lying there in the dark, telling it.

The little red light on my tape recorder.

How difficult it was to speak.