I saw god in the food court of the mall, eating his tail and spinning off towards the third mezzanine.

I dreamt of a dog split down the middle like a cell dividing. When I drew it, it looked like two dogs fighting and when I added human legs it seemed like psychological self portrait. I don’t really think to myself anymore. I just bark and growl to myself.

I scraped together a buck fifty and went down the street to buy a poppy seed bagel. It tasted like heaven, but I felt a bit cheated by the hole.

The man who is wounded waits in a dingy little restaurant for the captain who recruited him into the Army. He waits for him nervously, like waiting for a pretty date. He asks the bartender to put two bottles of Champagne on ice. I find it strange that he would spend this kind of money on an Army pay scale and even stranger that the place has Dom Perignon. I woke up once the Captain arrived.

I have a dream about Rocket Propelled Grenades and trying to draw the war. It is a dream about a man who has been wounded.

I saw a man carrying an enormous fish down the street. When he got closer, I realized it was Christmas tree.