Thursday, October 21, 2021


A posh tour bus pulls up outside our house and discharges a group of North Koreans and American supporters, who barge in through our front door carrying books and brightly-colored papier-mâché animals as gifts. Some of the North Koreans carry automatic weapons; there are also some children. I round everybody up and make them leave, then call the police. The police already know about it; they say the tour bus is going all around the country like that and not to worry. When I look at some paperwork tucked into the books I realize that they were bought from a former employer.

1 comment:

Michael Leddy said...

I always like reading an account of a dream without knowing from the first word that it’s an account of a dream. Best wishes to your visitors!