lastnite: a dream journal

I can deal / Vanishing steak

I was watching the Women's World Cup soccer game. A cloud full of confetti starting showering the goalie with paper. I read her lips as she muttered, "I can deal. I can deal."

A Japanese woman was walking with me up to her working-class two-bedroom home. She told me to look at the babies, then moved a rock to show me sixteen eggs buried in the dirt.

I was moving out of my parents' house. I found a bag with stale cheese garlic bread and a purple bathtowel. I threw it all away because it stank.

I was stirring mixed vegetables and steak strips together in the microwave, but as I stirred it, it disappeared.