Again last night I dreamed the dream called Laundry.

In Merrill’s characteristically wry, dream-inflected idiom, the line treats an ordinary chore—laundry—as if it were a recurring, named nightmare or ritual (“the dream called Laundry”). The humor comes from elevating the banal to the mythic, suggesting how domestic maintenance can feel fated, cyclical, and strangely unreal, like a dream one keeps having. At the same time, the phrasing hints at Merrill’s broader poetic interest in the porous boundary between daily life and the psyche: what we “do” by day returns at night as symbol, and the mind assigns titles to its private dramas. The line’s brevity leaves the emotional valence open—comic complaint, weary resignation, or affectionate self-mockery.