odd

I can go for weeks without remembering my dreams. then I'll wake up with one as bright as a penny found on the bike path.

I just woke from a dream in which I was playing a heavy in an Orson Welles film. the rotund Welles was a precise director but also was welcoming of collaboration. my scene was at the end of the film & was being shot on a stage. Welles stoppd filming mid-scene when he'd suddenly come up with a new idea.

the impetus for the dream must be something that happend yesterday. George Wallace askd me for a poem & the one I sent him was abt Welles from one of my books-in-progress.