Somewhere in the whirlpool of humankind’s collective conscience there is a slipstream that spirals down into the dream sinkhole. Somewhere to the left of an alphajerk, some swirling memories and energy and past life regressions congregate in a room where we dream separately together.

If you’ve also had a dream that took place in the upstairs corner of the garage northwest flea market, e-mail us at [email protected] and tell us about it.