still i recall last night's dream where i was at a poetry reading in dublin, ireland not as a reader but as a guest of another poet who i don't know

but nevertheless made the introductions tried to put names to faces and faces to names and got them all wrong

just the same it was dublin a city i love even if never having stepped foot there

afterword i asked if the poet billy mills was among those present

after being told that mills was not at the reading i asked where i could buy some of his books and was told there was a very good bookstore at the strand

whatever the strand is i set out looking for it and figured it was this shopping mall at the center of dublin

anna and an unidentified friend were waiting for me at the airport and i thought i still had several hours before our plane

time folded over so that it became early morning on the cab ride to the strand which was a short drive away and 4:00 pm when i got to the mall

i missed my flight but still i was determined to find this very good bookstore

the film of my dream was in a loop and i couldn't find where i was going when night turned to day then back to night

there were plenty of planes to catch and i could always call anna once i got to the airport

i got a lot of help from a lot of people who were amused that i was so intent on finding a few books by the poet billy mills

i awoke still on the search