photograph of my eyes taken with my cell phone -- colored with photoshop

I was in a haiku/workshop/convention. One workshop was about including dreams in haiku as haibun. Since I have a 50 year journey of writing my dreams down I finally found something to do with them. In my past, in my 20’s and 30’s I wrote dreams down searching for answers. I gave up on answers but continued writing them down. Now I’ve started up again. Deciding to make them into haibun. Better yet just write them down and let’s see what happens…

Making sense out of my Dreams , August 2, 2026

Dream: I need help, August 5, 2026

I needed help. So I called on friends. They are agreeable. Come over. So I go over, climb up a dark wooden staircase. The door opens without me even knocking. The husband — surprise. He looks happy — too happy. Wife is not home.
Suddenly we are on the bed in the 1950 student style bedroom –afternoon–making love. He is very passionate. But I am not my best.
Noises in the bright , white modern morning kitchen. The wife is cutting oranges and watermelons.

I feel bad. This was not right.

no angels
in this room
it’s too hot

DREAM: Summer Turmoil, August 2, 202

At Dad’s house. Its summer hot? And everything is dry. A black man is here. I wonde whar he is doing Oh, he teaches art, he said.

Aiko , my auntie, had just died (May 10, 2026). She was 101. I told dad about it. I had to go home. And there would be no one at home. Because.

Somehow I realized that Dad was dead too. But right now he is talking to me. And I say, I don’t know what I should do because. What? I feel lonely now? Everyone is dying.

He says. Oh, for a day or two. You feel bad. But it’s not that bad. You get over it.

I say to myself. If I were to meet a new. Husband or lover, I would not want to meet him in a summer like this. It’s too dry and hot. And then I remembered. I

met Hideki. In autumn. When the winds were blowing. And he blew into my life.

he blew in to my life
in an autumn wind
he stayed

DREAM:Balmy Daze August,2018

hot summer day august 20018 something monumental is about to happen
purple scraps of paper, lights, artist materials are scattered throughout a huge loft

I am poor in my 30’s enjoying life but not
not fulfilled always searching for something more than what I have

Now in my 70’s in summer heat again I make rice honey muffins with blueberries and nuts inside, finish a string of poetry but still not satisfied i blame it on my ailing dog
i blame it on my husband sleeping next to me

leaving
by the back door
tomorrow’s dreams

Linda Singer and I at an event — looks like downtown L.A.

I forgot my poems/book?
Linda what should I read? “Orales Pues”. It’s the only thing I have memorized.

I’m trying to remember but — can’t.

We look in the car for my books.
Linda looks happy and takes a sip of cherry wine.
Next door a group of loud senior citizens eating. I hope they will quiet down.

play it loud
the secret to longevity
louder and louder

Rolling on Ants, 2026

In Japan have a small apt. window opens to a beautiful view of snow capped mountains clean air– a young girl comes to stay with me. Going down stairs to her messy room –embarrassed. I need to make the bed.

In Keiro — Mary in there with her old group. Hideki and her, sending little notes to each other. I get mad, I say I’m getting restraining order on her — Hideki tries to stop me –then Teddy her mange dog comes in. I let it roll on ants but feel a little bad.

I massage a man in leopard silk PJs. he likes it.
a window shade is broken. I try to fix it.

So little time
make your bed
and sleep in it

Apologies ,

looking out the morning –6 AM my dream is filled with apologies
tracking down the young man Alan 16 years younger than I, after he left me and wanted me back– competed with Hideki and Hideki won–the year 1989. Do I want to apologize to him? Why?
the young man was a huge bully — as most men are because they are men …

my husband , Hideki had two strokes during covid–2020

so I will be a mother now, to bring out the father in my new born man

mother’s day
without a moon
i am the mom

flying dream…again June 19, 2021

In a huge hotel Las Vegas convention. I am teaching chair yoga to older frail white women 70 – 80 years. music playing i can’t stay put –i set down my phone/wallet on a side table. the walls turn into portable sliding walls –everyone moves to a different room. suddenly I fly my hair streaming in back people are amazed yet no one bothers me I can’t quite control where I’m going –difficult to navigate. I remember I left my phone/credit cards in the other room — maybe I should go back but it’s too difficult to navigate — oh well I ‘ ll keep flying I look young a vibrant ninja.

i can’t sit still
so I fly
viva las vegas

don’t know
where I’m going
HERE I AM

june 21, 2022, tuesday
Don, my second husband--for the first time he looks unappealing kind of nerdy. as always he is having an affair with another woman--this time she is not the usual glamor girl but a nerd. I can't understand why he chose her.

                                                                dream guy
                                                               anchors into
                                                                          reality

June , 2022
Someone is trying to kill me. I am wearing a dress with sandals. I don’t want to hurt my feet. I’m running away down railroad tracks…
to be continued with a haiku?