Dreams – Clay Russell

Anyone who’s spent time in these pages knows of my odd experiences in Dreamland. From Richard Nixon and the avocado tree to Harrison…

When you grow up in San Antonio you know something about the Alamo. You know how to get to it and you know…

The dream began at a party, though I am not clear as to the precise environment of the party. It might have been…

I was in the Brentwood neighborhood of Los Angeles and wanted to go to the airport. I tapped the Uber app on my…

It was unclear in my dream how I came to such a state of urgency vis-à-vis my housing situation. But urgent it was,…

The dream began with me in the wings, waiting for my introduction. It wasn’t a large theater — a high school auditorium, maybe,…

I had a dream the other night — I would have reported it sooner except I’ve been busy — that left me perplexed….

Some time ago, in one of my dreams, I encountered a man whose fingernails were on the bottoms of his fingers. It was…

In last night’s dream I was lounging in a slouchy, ’50s-teenager kind of way against the corner of a building on the Harvard…

Last night’s dream has me perplexed but no more than usual; I’m surprised by neither the content of my dreams nor their occurrence…

Clay Russell