The Exam I Never Registered For
I am seventy-one years old and I dreamt about an examination in a subject I have never studied. Statistics, apparently. The hall was the gymnasium of the school I taught at, not the one I…
ONEIRO is a place to write down what you dreamed, and to read what other people dreamed. Anyone can offer a reading; a reading is a perspective, never a verdict. Everything you write starts private.
I am seventy-one years old and I dreamt about an examination in a subject I have never studied. Statistics, apparently. The hall was the gymnasium of the school I taught at, not the one I…
I was cooking in a kitchen I didn't recognise, and I knew where everything was. That was the whole feeling of it. I reached for the colander without looking and it was where my hand went.…
A greyhound, in the kitchen, discussing interest rates with total confidence. Not in a cartoon voice — a normal adult voice, slightly bored, like someone on a podcast. I tried several times…
Same building as February and as last autumn. Concrete frame, no cladding, staircases that arrive at floors that aren't poured yet. I know it well enough now that I have preferences about…
She was maybe twenty-five, in a dress I've only seen in one photograph, and she was talking to me the way you talk to a colleague. Practical. Slightly impatient. She wanted help moving a…
There was an animal in a room in my flat that I had not been into for a while, and I remembered it the way you remember an unsent email — suddenly, physically, in the chest. I never saw it.…
The stairwell of my mother's building. The water was coming up rather than falling — already at the second landing, clear, cold-looking, moving slowly the way water does when there's a…