The Woody Lissauer performance in Hampden was thoroughly enjoyable. Sarah works with the artist's gf, which is how we found out about the event, held in the same locale as a few poetry events I've attended. I munched on ginger snaps and enjoyed three glasses of wine during his vocals/guitar driven set.

Before the night was over I had not only purchased one of his cds, but I also told the proprietor of the Minas Gallery that I was interested in purchasing one of his paintings entitled Memory Lapse. He'll contact me in about a month about it. It's abstract; very vibrant.

I dreamed about g in stunning clarity. We were out walking dogs (I was walking Babygirl, naturally; I am always walking her in my dreams now) in the countryside, our situation being very much what it is in real life--that he is engaged to be married--the subject was not discussed, but it was just beneath the surface of our words. Instead, he said to me, "It looks like Prince William is ready for his nap." This was supposed to suggest that he'd stopped acting immaturely. I wondered at the incongruity, since William is always presented as the straightlaced, mature one. I did't say anything, though, except, "I thought he was getting married." G had all kinds of inside information about the ceremony, for example, the reasons it was legally required to take place in Maryland.

Then he asked me when my birthday is. I told him September 4th, and he said we should get together for it sometime soon, that it would "count" as a birthday celebration.

The dream lacked the ambiguity, distant surrealist quality so many dreams have. I saw him and myself as crisp, distinct figures. His face was his actual face, not an abstracted or representational image of the face I know. He was wearing a jacket that I have seen him wear, and the interaction between us was fairly typical, in tone, to many we've had in the past.

I'm meeting my good friend and fellow poet C for brunch; I need to get dressed...