prison dream

in my dream there is a white wolf standing on its hind legs. the wolf is the general of an army of squirrels perched in the branches of an oak. they represent the homo thugs here in the meat locker. there is also a seal with legs pacing around the oak and playfully bouncing a ball off its nose. i am wearing a red cape and a three cornered hat. i remember that i am late to class and scurry off to the subway. on the way, i stop at dunkin donuts and buy a boston creme for the pigeons. the river is ice. the tree is on fire. in the flames there appears the image of my father Herman cradling a young child. i hear a noise that sounds like a garbage truck drowning.

i wake up in a cold sweat and Bruce is hovering above me swigging from a bottle of acorn brandy. he looks into my eyes and says, "you sleep like a baby, baby"