i dreamed about glass in a glass museum. colored plates, beach glass. pieces of shaped stained glass without a frame, one big plain tile hanging above the door. just a well-lit house full of glass displays on the walls, shelves. solid oranges and greens and navy blues. back at the dark spaceship there was talk about people having gone to fight star wars and i wondered why i hadn’t gone but then i remembered that i had been at the museum. i wasn’t all that disappointed. i like being able to sleep when i’m tired.