So here are the first few paragraphs of my dream: I walked toward the fields. Behind every haystack couples were making love. Even the smallest clumps of grass were occupied. It didn’t seem possible that people could be so horizontal, almost flat. From certain angles, the fields appeared empty and still. Serene. Serene and inviting.

There was a row of trees I was interested in reaching. The trees were deep within the field. I knew if I could get to the trees, I would find my lover.

Walking was like floating. Floating above bodies writhing in the grass. I walked through the orgy toward the trees. Limbs, breasts, buttocks, torsos sprawled like land mines.

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