I Checked My Teeth Before I Opened My Eyes

They were all there, which did not make me feel much better.

I Woke up Gripping the Edge of the Mattress

It was ten past four and my hands were still holding on.

The Same Thought Keeps Coming Back

I found it in my notebook three times this week.

I Keep Counting the Short Hairs on My Pillow

It happens at five in the morning, half awake, for no reason I can name.

Last Night I Did Not Want to Open the Notebook

The dream was ugly enough that putting it on paper felt like going back in.

I Woke up Running This Morning

Or I thought I was, because the ceiling was there and my duvet was gone.

I Cut My Own Hair in a Dream Last Week

I woke up checking it was still there, which probably tells you something.

I Had the Naked Dream Last Tuesday

Nobody in it seemed to notice, which is the part that stayed with me all morning.

I Iron My Shirts the Night Before

It is not the habit of somebody at ease with how they come across.

I Had a Dream I Could Have Drawn

By the time the kettle boiled, every image in it was gone.

I Had the Teeth Dream Again Last Week

I sat up and ran my tongue along every tooth in the dark.

I kicked the lamp over in my sleep on Friday

Falling, the jolt and the long drop, and the myth you can stop believing today.

What you sent

A fortnight of your dreams, one line each, and nothing from me.

She said she had been waiting years for me to ask

Monday's symbol turned forward: the change that has already started.

The same dream since I was twenty-two

Why some dreams come back, and what usually has to happen before they stop.

Three of yours, all about hair

A plait that was not hers, a barber who would not stop, and grey overnight.

Somebody cut my hair while I was asleep

A light one this week, and the only question it really asks.

The folder was in the wrong drawer

One question to take to bed with you, and nothing else to do today.

I have stopped looking for the blue folder

Monday's search, turned forward, and the one you are allowed to call off.

He told me he has never had a dream

What happens when people are woken on purpose, and what to do if you come up empty.

Agnese is looking for a son who is not lost

He is twenty-seven and lives abroad. In the dream he is small.

I spent the night looking for my keys

The dream where you cannot find the thing, and what it is you are trying to reach.

What you sent

A fortnight of your dreams, one line each, and nothing from me.

The help is coming from somebody you have not met

Monday's stranger, turned forward, and how to be findable this week.

You are allowed to change the ending

The bad ones, and the one method that has proper evidence behind it.