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Hi all, here's my take on the assignment. No excuses. But, I will share with you guys, who may or may not know this about me, that this assignment was harrowing because I have adult Night Terrors. On average, I remember intense flashes from between 3 and 10 very vivid (and often very violent) dreams a night, and many times I continue to see (hallucinate) the images once I wake up. This is coupled with sleep apnea, which prevents me from breathing through my shaking. When Night Terrors continue on in adulthood, they're sometimes associated with Schizophrenia or other mental health disorders, but luckily, I only see these images immediately after waking up. Here goes. These three segments are some sequences that have recurred, in different iterations, over several years. I miss and love you all. ________________________ I. the force Blindwhite screen fires its own light in a room so large the dark has walls. Click of a projector turning on. I am bound. There are no voices but ...

Hello, e'erybody. for our readership, we currently have one Rod moving to SF as we speak, via car, one Rod packing to move on Friday, one Rod living as a transient in Upstate New York, and one more actually learning and doing high intellectual thinking on a daily basis. We're going to become a bi-coastal rod soon, so be on the lookout for the dual-ocean hilarity that ensues. But if posts have been a little scattershot, that's why. Secondly, this assignment. I wasn't sure if we are supposed to provide a description of said dream, so I won't. Father Cyclops Blue Styrofoam pressed in with red wires stabbing out, a mother-of-pearl sphere dangling on the end. Galway, let me not chew chicken feathers again. Slats of wood arranged on pylons, jutting out over water, a saggy bridge, water shooting up between the cracks. My Father, eyeless and screaming on the end of the pier, the beating outsize pearl clutched in my hand. The mist turns bloody from exposure to the socket, th...

Sup, Rod? Wanna fcuk? Asl? Jk. jk. THE DREAMSCAPE ASSIGNMENT One of the cool things about dreams is how they stick with you, at least I think so. So for lack of a better assignment at the moment -- transmute with Rod a dream that you remember. Preferably the dream should be one that is over five years old. Something that has nagged at you, clutched at the dark bits of your psyche or has been glowing radiantly in the corners of your mind. I know you guys have dream-secrets, it's time to bust them out of the closet. The poems will be up by Aug. 4th. I'll send reminder emails/phone-calls/text messages if I have to. As for further parameters, I don't think that'll be necessary, we're all big kids now.