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From Alice Notley’s zine Scarlet #1<\/em>. Digitized by Nick Sturm as part of Alice Notley’s Magazines: A Digital Publishing Project<\/a>.<\/p><\/div>\n

\u201cWe asked our contributors to send us their dreams; most did not. A few did. One sent us some & then withdrew (\u201ccensored\u201d) one. Dreams have gossip value\u2014containing what didn’t happen that was so salacious. We offer this column as a random sampling of events in the night world; if you want to use it to remark on the nature of the poet\u2019s (or the painter\u2019s) soul, that’s your concern. We’re afraid that dream happenings are mere more of what goes on,\u201d wrote the editors of the first <\/em>Scarlet zine, Alice Notley and Douglas Oliver, introducing their new column, Dream Gossip. The first one featured dreams by Joe Brainard and Leslie Scalapino; a later column was illustrated by Alex Katz and prompted an essay by Notley on what we can and can’t learn from dreams. (Dream Gossip ran between 1990 and 1991, in the five issues of Scarlet, all of which have been digitized by the scholar Nick Sturm and are available here<\/a>.) This spring, Hannah Zeavin interviewed Notley for our Writers at Work series<\/a>. To mark the occasion, we sent a similar prompt to some of our contributors and staff, and are reviving Dream Gossip this week only. Welcome to our sampling of events in the night world!<\/em><\/p>\n

\u2014Sophie Haigney, web editor<\/strong><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Dream,\u00a0April 9, 2024: I am eating chicken wrapped in cabbage at a table in my apartment. A book is open, possibly\u00a0<\/span>Middlemarch<\/span><\/i>. The phone doesn\u2019t ring but I\u00a0pick\u00a0up a landline with a coiled cord, and as I stare at the lines of text a voice on the phone says, \u201cNice place, but do you always just go looking into other people\u2019s apartments?\u201d Muffled but distinct, Beethoven is playing in someone\u2019s car down on the street as they wait at the light.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

\u2014Dan Poppick<\/strong><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

I was walking with C., deeply aware I was running late for dinner with my mother. She said, \u201cJust walk me a bit further.\u201d I did. We must have been in New York, because of the way the street looked at night,\u00a0like it has rained even when it hasn\u2019t. Eventually tried to beg off politely, wincing, pointing to a watch that wasn\u2019t there. Then she tied a black truss around me, and from the truss was a leash, which she tied around her waist. I tried to turn on my heels and make it to my dinner. Impossible, obviously.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u2014Hannah Zeavin<\/strong><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

We are trying to make it across town. There are a few of us and I who am in the dream know that I know them but the I that is dreaming has never seen them. We are moving from place to place, trying not to get caught in the crossfire, but the half light through which we move from place to place, from cover to cover, is lit by laser fire. There are sides here and they are fighting but neither side is from this place, which is my reservation. Neither of the sides are from this place and we don\u2019t know who they are but they are not from this place and we are trying to get somewhere. The grasses of the plains are gone and what has come is sand. There is sand everywhere and a hot wind blows and drifts the sand and we move across sand drifted like snow across streets and we hide in the shadows of wreckage and wait for a chance to move while the sides battle and laser fire lights up the sky which is no different in color from the ground. The wind is constant and hard and drifts the sand and we move and it is night. We are going across town for some reason. The pink-and-blue neon of a gas station canopy lights the distance.<\/p>\n

\u2014Sterling HolyWhiteMountain<\/strong><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

One more way in which I am inadequate: I don\u2019t dream, or barely, or if I do I don\u2019t remember it. But surely, I thought, <\/span>if I have to <\/span>\u2026 To try to induce a dream I did some edibles. I was sitting around with friends. \u201c<\/span>What is the most important quality for a person to have?\u201d<\/span> I said, stoned. One said integrity, the other said generosity, I said bravery. Then I went to bed, woke up, nothing.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

The love of my life so far\u2014he gets to keep that title until I find another one, as it is not in my nature to fake it\u2014used to wake up every morning and tell me his dreams. At the start I would literally watch him while he slept, and he liked to fuck me so much that he would ask me to get on top of him in his sleep (<\/span>please?<\/span><\/i>). By the end his snoring got so loud that I couldn\u2019t sleep beside him anymore, and he dreamed mostly about me fucking somebody else.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

Last week, I slept with a man, and then instead of leaving spent the night. I thought, maybe in the morning he will tell me one of his dreams, and I can steal it. No luck.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u2014Holly Connolly<\/strong><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

I recently dreamed I\u2019d made an ice cream cake to look exactly like the face of Karen Black, brought it to a party, and then became distraught when people tried to cut into it (the point was to let it melt!).<\/span><\/p>\n

\u2014Kate Riley<\/strong><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

I dreamt I was in high school, at a statewide conference of the California YMCA\u2019s Youth and Government program; in Fresno, I assume, because that\u2019s where those conferences are held. I was standing in a large convention hall where an Irishman was making an impassioned speech. The woman standing to my left called him a faker. \u201cThat\u2019s not a real Irish accent,\u201d she said to me. \u201cYou can always tell.\u201d In spite of her suspicions, I was doing this thing called spirit fingers, a gesture I remember from California Youth and Government which symbolizes enthusiastic agreement with whatever is being said. Spirit fingers is where you make typing motions with one hand while raising it in the air. Upon waking I put my arm down and found it was sore, and then I wondered for the rest of the day what the Irishman had so thoroughly convinced me of.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

\u2014Owen Park<\/strong><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

My dream was a book that doesn\u2019t exist. It was read aloud to me by a male narrator and illustrated with photo slides. Called\u00a0<\/span>August Is Back<\/span><\/i>, it was an autobiography of a glamorous Jewish Italian woman, written in old age. Her passions were food and sex. She was voracious!<\/span><\/p>\n

And for a reason\u2014growing up, she\u2019d had a dear sister who died young. This made the author of\u00a0<\/span>August Is Back\u00a0<\/span><\/i>lean into living fearlessly and sensually. While she was clearly fab, her writing was so abruptly erotic that I felt embarrassed. She described at length the moisture on linen sheets after sex, the winking drip of overripe plums on the branch, and the satisfying mouthfeel of the word “climax.” Even in my\u00a0dream, I found it a bit much.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

The final image was of her with her husband, holding hands in their garden. It was shown to me in black-and-white\u2014one of the vignettes. I can\u2019t remember if he was still alive or had already died. She herself was close to death, I understood. She wore a rumpled, plaid skirt over big calves. I woke up thinking, Huh!<\/span><\/p>\n

\u2014Rosa Shipley<\/strong><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

He was sallow, aristocratic, fat. Half in the dark, his face appeared at the reckoning, festive. \u201cYou will feel a flatness,\u201d he said to me, his skin an ashy blue. \u201cEat the fruit. You must \u2026 eat the fruit<\/i>.\u201d Had I gotten something wrong? Was I too impatient for wisdom? Did I abandon my commitments? Was I ungrateful for beauty when it faded too soon? Was my hospitality conditional? Was I made lazy by the long summers? Did I grow greedy for epiphany? Did I ask for mercy when I had withheld grace? Did I conflate freedom with narcissism? Was I caught delighting in the disgrace of others? Was my empathy self-serving? Was I frugal with forgiveness? Was I unmoved by violence? A muffled animal wail ripped out of me, but I was not conscious of making it. No sound came out. Strobe lights flashed, as if we were in a nightclub. Up until my reckoning began, I had planned to live life unrejected in love, and I assumed I would be envied by multitudes.<\/p>\n

\u2014Geoffrey Mak<\/strong><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

I dreamt I couldn\u2019t find my way back to the office once I had stepped out into the hallway. The corridor was no wider than a large desk, with dizzying spiral staircases, something straight out of Gaud\u00ed\u2019s mind: pink walls made of clay, doors with drooping frames in bloody maroon. After hours going around in circles, I realized I did know how to get back in from the outside and turned in the direction I thought led to the exit \u2026<\/p>\n

\u2014Nikita Biswal<\/strong><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Gene and I were in rehearsals for a stage adaptation of\u00a0<\/span>Batman.\u00a0<\/span><\/i>I\u2019m not sure which episode. It was a musical, and we were told by the choreographer that we should fly, even though Batman doesn’t really fly\u2014only Superman flies. Maybe we were supposed to be bats. Anyway, I\u2019d never flown before, but I stood on one leg and leaned forward until my torso and my lifted leg were parallel to the floor, like in yoga. Then I picked up the other foot so that my whole body was in the air and started cruising around the stage. A huge triumph.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u2014Jane Breakell<\/strong><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Dream<\/span><\/i>. The police commit me to a mental hospital. A year goes by. I\u2019m standing near the front gate when a man in a brown security uniform tells me that he\u2019s a time traveler sent back from the future to torture and kill me, and that the screams I\u2019m about to hear from inside the hospital will be my own as I\u2019m dying, and that this fact of my other self dying will be the perfect cover for my real self, me, to escape this hospital and join the time-travel police, which, he says, has been the plan all along. He\u2019s smiling. As he tortures my first self to death inside the hospital and I hear my screams as I beg for mercy, my other self finds the hospital supervisor. I ask her what kind of plan this is. Why is it so convoluted? Why did it take a whole year? She laughs at me.<\/span><\/p>\n

Dream<\/span><\/i>. James has a black cow that loves me. It stands up on its hind legs to hug me, sing to me, and dance with me.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

Dream<\/span><\/i>. I have pursued a bird to the rooftop in a green leafy neighborhood of a big city. A famous cult leader wearing sunglasses approaches, moving from roof to roof. He calls out: \u201cI like to sell drugs, and I also like to steal birds.\u201d An eagle lands on a branch over me. I\u2019ve never been so close to an eagle before. I am knocked flat on my back, transfixed by wonder. A jaguar leaps into the treetops. I wait for the hawk to attack the jaguar. Now a second jaguar struts up and sits on top of me.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

Dream<\/span><\/i>. Trepanning, beheading, vivisection, amputation, serrated knives. I am pursued down unfinished wooden stairs into a muddy basement. Upstairs, there are two wonderful golden owls.<\/span><\/p>\n

Dream<\/span><\/i>. Scott admires my \u201csphinx implant.\u201d\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

\u2014J. D. Daniels<\/strong><\/p>\n

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