Post-it notes


I dreamt I was in front of a thick and infinite wall of white post-it notes on the other side of which I could hear Trump asking for more meat from the grill.



conveyor belt

I dreamt that a few friends and I were on a conveyor belt moving around and past all of the restaurant windows in Chinatown.  Each restaurant had a panel of checkerboard-like windows in front with one kind of food pictured on each pane.  I was demonstrating to the others how, as you travel by, to order food, you just use a mallet to break the windows of the things you want.   One person asked me, “What do you do if you change your mind?”