last night's dreams are still seeping in my brain like the tea from arsenic & old lace. some kind of cross pollination between cerebrus & the hydra- every head struck down springs anew twice over, howling at the moon. on the plus side, i got to score with cate blanchett. & all the oceans (constantly lapping at the edges of the 'scape) were teeming with jellyfish. i could just about feel those stinging tentacles upon my neck. in nightmare land, i wear them like a necktie. & the ship we christen & send off is, of course, the mary celeste.