I wrote this about a dream when I woke this morning. Then, I saw about Ish, so, it’s for him. Reality Bleeds A Dream A dream I just had so long and complex, with my Buddhist sangha in surreal environs, together again as we once were, mixed with the hippie milieu in a structure that was more than a tent but less than a building, communing together, why was I there? I moved through the dream fascinated by what I was seeing, got some good food awkwardly on small dishes and sat down at a table with Ken Campbell, a dude long gone that I hadn’t seen for decades, he said my name and I woke up.