––I dreamed of plucking the yellow-headed piss-in-beds

from a parched roadway in a territory beyond the borderline

some time before my scheduled arrival.

––I dreamed of rushing to rescue a damsel in distress 

faster than a tsetse fly moves from place to place, growing older

and wiser on the approach.

––I dreamed of being reimagined as cellist Jacqueline Du Pré’s 

1673 Stradivarius, nestled warmly between her legs for the night's

performance of the Brahms 2nd sonata in F.

this is the dream I'll interpret for you in grater detail

upon my return from the fact-finding mission to correct.