Haunted Living Space

L. and I are going to bed in our apartment. It is a space which seems to be like a classroom or office--windows everywhere with metal blinds, and linoleum tile flooring. After we have turned off the lights I think that I hear a noise. I get out of bed and go towards the front door--I see a human-shaped shadow and I lunge at it. But there is nothing there, and I accidentally knock over one of my bass guitars that is cluttering up the space near the entryway. I curse it loudly as I re-tighten the stand that was holding it. As I do I realize that I've left L. alone and that there's someone in the bedroom. I run back--I see someone sitting on the bed right at L.'s feet--I grab him by the legs and yank him onto the floor, hoping to stun him. But again I am deceived--it's just a pair of pants or a blanket or something that was lying on the bed. L. wakes up. She says, why have you opened the windows? I have not, I say. I turn around, and see that the blinds, which were all closed when I left the bedroom, are all now wide open.

Real Estate

L and I are walking into a bank to deliver a large stack of papers comprising a mortgage application. We're having second thoughts about the house, I suggest we go look at it one more time, since it's just across the street. We walk over. It is oddly situated, being the lone house in a business district, but it also overlooks the harbor. Indeed, inside on the second floor there are sweeping views of the water from the main bedroom. We eventually settle down on the floor of the den watching television, while the current owners of the house wander around, seemingly not noticing or caring that we're there. Later we walk downstairs and then outside into the yard, where we discover that we're under a major freeway overpass, and sketchy characters are wandering around. I had liked the house to this point, but now it seems that we should definitely think twice.

Travel Light

In Edinburgh I arrive at a gathering. I soon realize that I might have missed my flight. We check my tickets and see that I have just under an hour to make it. We dash to the airport and I walk up to a deserted counter. The woman there examines my ticket and announces that the particular flight I was on has been cancelled. Not to worry though, it's a regional flight and they leave every hour or so. I can wait in the transit lounge. I take my bags to the lounge, and sit around and wait. There is a little girl running around. I meet her parents just as they are called to report for their flight and discover via that announcement that her father teaches at the same college as my father. He knows him, "He's our provost," he says, and I say yes, that's him, though in fact this is news to me. We get on the bus that will take us to our aircraft.

Strange Retreat

We drive into a small complex in the woods--a road lined with cabins on either side. It's a kind of a counter-cultural hub of odd characters, so I'm surprised when we get out of the car and start to unpack that I look to my left and see J. sitting on the porch of one of the cabins. I sit with him and ask about his new baby and spouse--he says they're inside.

I'm going bald. At first I think it's in kind of an odd way, but then I decide it is just standard male pattern baldness. "Oh well," I think, "I guess it is time to start shaving my head."

It Wasn't A Dream

Standing in a dark bathroom, I am seeing a long tunnel of infinite, ever changing tiny green lights. I feel as if I am opening my eyes, but they are closed. I seem to be slowly spining clockwise, but I am standing on the ground. I feel the same sense of powerful, primal fear, the one I've been trying to overcome. I'm telling myself I will be safe, but I think about L. and don't quite believe it. My heart is pounding. I tell myself, "Don't Die." Keep going, but don't die. Don't die. Don't die.