i had a dream that a funeral was too cajun for me to attend. maurice and blair said i could not go because them old folk said i was too dark. some one i loved dearly had died. his spirit sang to me, asking me to take his most precious items. to take them with me, back into the wood. i did this. i took these things. i’m sure i looked like a common criminal. but it soothed his spirit, and put him to rest. completly, finally.

i had a dream i was in close quarters, inside the small crevices and mazes of giza. i had no place to sleep. women showed me beautiful fabric. told me their husbands bought it for them and said if I did their laundry each week i could sleep next to the chicken coups. i agreed. i stayed and lived in giza.