I'd like to imagine that "dreamoir" becomes a subgenre of nonfiction, maybe ultimately because I'd love to read many more dreamoirs by other writers - poets and memoirists especially.
I love indices! They are poetry in and of themselves, depending on the book.
I wish to be a cat. I like to imagine I was a cat in a past life.
Synchronicities fall under the "magic" heading to me.
Cats connote sexuality in standard dream dictionaries.
Overwhelm, panic, and wanting to flee were states of being in my everyday life as I tried to figure out life on my own, in the city I had grown up in, after an entire life made in Olympia, Washington for the eight years previous.