Gay is my guest with a dream about going into a dark cave to look for her grandmother’s bones, discovering, to her delight, American Indian cave drawings, following these deeper into the darkness, only to be led to a terrifying demon. At this point Gay tried to wake up from her dream, but she was
Half boy, half beast, he sat on the edge of a swimming pool in a dream I had once upon a time. His body seemed stunted, his face albino white, a long wide nose, no eyes. I was very wary of him. Not sure how he’d respond to me. If I were to write a
“I’m quadriplegic,” said the caller to a dream segment I was hosting on radio many years ago, “but in my dreams I can run and dance, and I’m devastated when I wake up and remember that I can’t.” Before his accident, he had enjoyed running and dancing, and he could draw on his sensual and
It’s that time of the year here in Australia. It’s midwinter*(see footnote!), the air is clear and dry and the sunlight is blinding. There’s no summer humidity to water down the glare, and the widening hole in the ozone layer down this end doesn’t help. I need a new pair of sunglasses. Which would you
