A D Jameson, lost and innocent, narcissistic and corrupted, has been dreaming his way through the past thirty years, the dying breaths of the fictional 20th century. In his dreams he made many friends: the alien puppet ALF, cantankerous, theadbare, and living in a casket; Luke Skywalker, middle-aged, mustachioed, and hateful; and Bonnie Raitt, the ceramicist, shining spotlights onto sand and cancer.He invites you now to join both him and them; his lips shape your name. For his dreams have also been about you; he "s been searching for you for a long time. Lie down beside him; allow him to drape his glittery silver fur coat across your shoulders. He "ll fold his hands and bow and whisper. He "ll hand you a gumball that "s grown stale inside a locket. He "ll hand you a gem that fell down from the moon.

Together, you "ll sail across the ocean on his wok rat; nibbling his tree pig. Together, you "ll enter these fantastical tombs.