Yes it did.

This one kept me in bed until 5:30 p.m.

In the bedroom at my parents' house, I pull a cough drop from your cervix. When the doorbell rings, you are my three year-old niece running to the front door where a man in dark clothes waits to take you away. He has bad intentions. There iss lightning and torrential rain.

I Got Life

I was performing "Ain't Got No...I've Got Life" with an older, double-chinned Nina Simone in a basement-grey venue that was something like The Music Hall. Zach Ash was at center stage playing my Yamaha keyboard, and during the applause in between the first song and "Happy Birthday, Harvey" I noticed the levels on a soundboard, which were both very low and very high frequencies. Because of this and Nina's mid-song mood swings I said "It feels kind of bipolar up here." Zach gave me a worried look, and we started the next song.

dreamless in sleep

So I haven't been dreaming much lately, but I have had some pretty dreamlike experiences while awake. Watching Hiromi with Boodge was definitely one of them:

nothing surreal, or real, or revelatory

I was in Bavaria near Neuschwanstein. My mother or some respected woman was there to guide me. It was raining. From the edge of a mountain trail the local tourist tavern was in view.

Ascension

You had been in France and for some reason come back to lead me to the basement and tell me how to clean it. It was full of surprising minutia. I vacuumed strings. Maybe we were looking for something.

Later, my father told me that the repairs couldn't be done, or received at least, without taking a computer to the shop. A laptop wouldn't do.

When I gained a hazy consciousness, I was standing in a bar, dark as the rest and peopled by shadows that yelped about this and that, but mostly that.

I was vaguely on Ascension.

Having heard of fireworks

From the high-fenced place we raced, having heard once or twice of fireworks. We made it to the sculpted basin made of clay, and by then it was day. We had just sat down at the green-blue reflecting pool and ate a hamburger when I heard an automated voice on my phone that said mum had died in surgery. After some wrinkle in the fabric of time, we saw Renny Bover in the snow. He said he'd be back from Chicago soon. People are better at driving in the snow there.

No one has to know all this, but someone will probably tell.

Jabberwocky on TV

It was Christmas and The Jabberwocky was on TV. I had just done thirty bench-presses of eighty pounds, twenty-nine more than I at first thought possible. I was feeling pretty good.

I called towards the kitchen to Mum to tell her what was playing next. The TV messed itself, and so I had to figure out how to get it back to The Jabberwocky. Mum said it was on negative one hundred-something.

I also had to find the channel that the VCR required. A few channels worked slightly. Parts of human figures shone through the fuzz. I gave up and looked down. I found another remote. This might just work, I thought. But I dropped everything when I saw that the floor underneath the "entertainment center" was crawling.

Bugs and the cutest rodent, more like a tiny kangaroo with opal eyes the size of its feet. I went to the kitchen to tell Mum. She said there wasn't any Raid, but that I could use the imitation 409. Giddy-up.

I went to the bathroom to look at my acne. There was a lot of it. I thought maybe the yellow moisturizer was making it worse.