dream leak 1

Zeitgeber arrived and everyone took out their hummus and veggies, thinking it was time to meal. But no. Day waned down like a cocktail in a flute, and the goat-god drew the curtains. We were in for a gruesome night, it seemed, tuba moaning and all. Again I didn’t catch the baseball, though it came right at me. Honest, I forgot I was playing, I told the team, thinking it was time to steal. Really, Zeitgeber was way overdressed for this ship, and had no proper baton. Who are you gonna sleep next to tonight? The fan, prism, or pitchfork?