dreams, vivid dreams, odd dreams, of history and contemporary, chronologically incompatible, time traveled juxtaposition, but fitting, in some dark corner of the subconscious. hoping that there's no oracle in the hidden 90%, that the future in dreams doesn't come true, and foretlling can't happen, and wondering who to tell, for fear of jinxing, of cassandra, of 12 monkeys, of by knowing, causing. but the more possible a dream becomes, the scarier it might be? when it isn't the past and present all jumbled together, shaken not stirred, and poured out into today's event, the connections between those historical objects and people, and wondering, just wondering, the strings that tie it together, and the regrets, the unknown regrets, that suddenly, upon knowing, become wrongs, and the years of emotional interest come crashing due.