I had a weird dream this morn.
One of those early rising not quite asleep thingies.
Like the Kubrick movies, eyes wide shut.
It was mostly about Sled Allen the baseball player. He was from the 1920s, Lawrence Ritter-era.

But there was also a bus ride, a ham sandwich, that changed to turkey midway through, and a Willy Wonka-esque guide.

On the top of the hill was this hyper-dense obelisk. Not really that much like the other Kubrick movie. The CIA were somehow involved. There was some kind of math problem that I could not quite grasp. Twelve. 7 feet. 4 feet. The elevation falls 85 feet total. The art turns the hillside into the canvas, rather than merely being the place the art is located.

it took a long time to deliver. Jordengen Steel, They almost had to bypass Oregon altogether and reinforce 12 bridges.

There was a tower where you walk up about 116 steps and then back down the other side, of the interior another 116 steps, unless Kronos Quartet was playing, then you could sit in the outdoors amphitheatre. It reminded me of where? Sevilla or Italy? Something Islamic.

There was the mirror image house with cement walls that slighty would start to converge. And all the tomb-stone cutters were hijacked to cut the walls.

And there was the boat made of white wood planks…and the uh, hull of the upside down boat — did I mention there is a ladder, a white ladder, in the tree? — has a little silver pin in it, put with permission, and this pen represents the point on which the two cement walls from the house on the hill would meet.

And there is a foundation of a house — the house is actually in Poland, or is it in Venice? I mean Italy. No, Poland. The foundation of the white house is very white, with sand from Pebble Beach. I mean Carmel. And there was running water. In the pillows. Of the beds. Which were exactly the side of a man — a particular man. Not Sled Allen, another man. Maybe his son. And the water represented memory. Of family. And a dog. The dog need surgery. Or needed rest. But the dog wanted to play, or fetch or swim in all the pools.

And there was a pool and the base of the tower. And other one next to a giant glass wonton from Japan.

And there was an ashy set of 4,000 or so wooden planks. That represent family. And Poland maybe too. But not Stan Musial. Who played for the Cards not the Browns. Sled played for the Browns.

And there was a man with his head in a tree and his trousers down by his ankles. I touched his tie. It was rather flexible, yet rigid. But not hyper-dense. And a woman bent over with her skirt and I tried not to look too closely but I don’t think she had underwear.

And there were sheeps. I could not see them. I could not hear them. Or I did hear them but they sounded like Niagara Falls. And they were connected by a whole room full of computers but some day a man will come and will hold a device in his hands and if he pushes a button the room full of computers will go away and be replaced by that one button. And some satellites.

And there was a long staircase, made of cement. And some stairs were really big steps. Not Giant Steps like Coltrane but 17″ which is considerable. Maybe 423 steps.

I recall noticing when I was on step 86 coming down from the tower.

I threw a sliver of one and the top brought me back a ham sandwich, chips, water, and a cookie.

The man said he was from the CIA but if we told anybody about it he would just wave and disavow.

His name was not Jorgensen Steel.

Martin Puryear was in the dream, but then he left and boarded up the room in which we were eating our sandwiches. I was not sure if that was the real Martin Puryear or just another man using his name. I took a picture but it was blurry. My phone had no memory.

A man who said his name was not Jorgensen and reminded me of Willy Wonka said “do not touch the art.”

I walked around for about four hours. There were other people there , that I tried to connect to, with mixed success.

I stood on the 86th step, from the top

When I could see the Golden Gate Bridge and Transamerica I knew I would soon be home safe.

There was more weird lucent art objects there but I cannot remember them.

Oh yeah, the sheeps would huddle next to the obelisks and warm themselves.

And then I was trying to climb this concrete wall and I had a hold in a crevice cut into the wall but I wasn’t sure if I could maintain and then I woke up

edit to add, more photos from my weird art dream only I forgot or disavow what they are or what they mean:

standing on the white polish house