June 1, 2008
I dream a series of short vignettes at the site of Chanin’s magic shop in the years since it closed. On the first visit, the shop is empty except for a pizza oven and elaborate mosaics. Chanin is sneaking in there every week or so. Every week I visit Chanin in his long-closed shop, I notice that the room is more and more filled and lived in. I wonder when the owners are going to squeeze Chanin out. Finally, a series of kind men whom I assume are emissaries of the angel of death come to collect Chanin. They appear to be Christian, and I inform them that Chanin is Jewish. They say “That’s ok. Christians take everybody.”

September 7, 1999
I dream I hear of an opportunity for a convenient job next door to my house and my brother arranges an interview for me. All I have to do is get a resume and cover letter together, but when time for the interview comes I not only have no resume and no letter, but I have no shoes. I arrive at the interview late and unprepared, but I am in time to see the performance piece the company is working on. It’s a mock religious ritual in which various religions are merged. I am uncomfortable with the part in which a man says “Kaddish” while wielding a gold crucifix.

August 6, 1999
I dream I am in ancient times, travelling in the entourage of a pregnant Jewish matriarch. She is supposed to give birth in Mecca, but we’re not quite there yet. She goes to the water and we find a beautiful area that we define as Mecca. I go swimming with another attendant and the current drags us to a crowded, cruddy beach covered with bloody, mangled fish. We walk back to Mecca gratefully, but I am saddened because our beautiful place is being overrun by young toughs. Suddenly, we are all at a prom in the 1950’s. I wonder where the next time jump will take us.

 

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