[In this scene we are cock-fraught
pirates.] I ran into your middle name
last night. You were rocking out on a
Mac somewhere in an ocean, where
you now live. We had a seat at your
ocean sofa and, as I recall (and how
couldn’t I?) you served me a slice of
water and a bug, a waterbug—the ones
you now live. We had a seat at your
ocean sofa and, as I recall (and how
couldn’t I?) you served me a slice of
water and a bug, a waterbug—the ones
that skitter across the surface of ponds
as if they are Jesus. I know that you are
spontaneous and that you’d say “anything
is possible, so to speak” (i.e., miracles can
happen), but I have to say that I cherish all
of our earlier dream sequences much more.
