Once I dreamed that there were penguins in Washington Heights. They were everywhere -- running through abandoned buildings, waddling on rooftops, and swimming through the air. They were even on the subway tracks --the 1 train on Dyckman. It was summertime. The laundry was hanging from the window sills.
In real life, Canada geese have migrated south. So why not penguins? I know they don't fly but there's got to be a way.
Have you ever had a dream that has stood out to you so much that you've felt compelled to express it visually?
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