The Dream of Professor Dinah Ross

Lights had gone out and we were on your stoop. That's when I saw him, right in my basement. Dancing? Down, side up. Put his back in it. Fly, motherfucker. What did he want, Professor? Hell, if I knew, all he did was dance, then he turned and looked at me,. Something different from what we're used to. And how? This is already too much. Bodhi, if I could recall everything in these dreams, we would have had the whole thing figured out by now. All you can tell us is what he said to me: Break the leaves.