READING the William Burroughs’ book referenced below, I notice most of his dreams are about...

READING the William Burroughs’ book referenced below, I notice most of his dreams are about inept travel. And I remember most of my dreams are about inept travel. Why not note them, on this blog I’ve otherwise abandoned?

Last night: A modern train or light rail system, part BART and part Disneyland monorail. Train cars are massive, empty, and of course I wind up somewhere I didn’t intend to go. It’s Vancouver, apparently the very end of the line, many miles from the city center and the water. I note the red billowing “lobster scales” around the station’s white concrete exterior. This is apparently a popular design touch, and also somehow “sustainable.” Maybe they are stylized solar panels. I take a series of escalators. It is quiet and almost pleasant—but, as always, there is a sense of unease and impending disaster.