i fell asleep on the sofa

and
i was having these amazingly vivid dreams
about
driving to mexico
and this sunset
and snow
and

visiting this man
a painting mentor from the past
[in the dream]
listening to a tape
experimental
sound speeding up and back
down and forward
cleaning a mirror over his sink

hearing a recording of a bunch of people
who knew him from a variety of different places
many of whom i knew and loved
we're all meeting here
on christmas
if you don't celebrate
spend the whole day
if you do
just drop in
it'll be a thing, you know

and suddenly
i had memories
of years of these get-togethers

and the painter looked at the tape of music
which i thought was genius
and he said:
oh no
don't listen to that


i don't know what this means
but it was
intense


i love you