it's like a dream. it's like fifty degrees. it's no dream. it's not really like a dream at all. it's like...oh to hell with it, it's like a dream. the hole city dreaming.
it's like we are a living dream, a dream come alive, you meet people from the mother side, the other same dream. you know you know them, you can't remember their name, they're in the dream, no one has a name, we're all animals, dreamers, dream animals we, it's the strangers who name the animals. who would control a dream they can't. there are no names for the dreamers. i think of the phrase don't call me out my name. what if you forgot the name like a dream. what if you whistle the dreamy tune. what if we call everybody you, you, and you, dreamer you.