Hot tub
Stuart and Cas (and some other people) have invited Paul, Astara, and I
over to their house for a hot tub party.
At first I'm not going to go, but they tell me that a friend of theirs has been asking about me,
so out of curiosity I go.
I put on my black velvet bathing suit, and we walk out the door, through the back yard,
and across the ally to the house across the lane from us (they lived there).
We walk up the steps to the hot tub, which is quite large and made out of a light coloured wood.
There are a lot of people (that I almost recognize, but not quite) already in
the water,
and I make a joke about "hoping no one's peed in here".
Everybody laughs as I climb in and relax in the hot, swirling water.
The water is quite deep.
Later, I'm in the bathroom of their house with some fellow passed out against the door.
I have a shiny silver vibrator that I'm using (I think I came in my dream, which is interesting).
People think that I'm having sex with the guy (the passed out one) that's in there with me,
but I don't care. I'm not interested in him or what people think, just in pleasing myself.
Later still, I'm going through some woman's drawers, (she reminded me of Charlene)
looking at her clothes.
I'm a bit envious of the woman, especially the size of her breasts,
which are considerably smaller than my own.
The drawer is filled with very skimpy bathing suits.
One is made from black velour and has a tiny red puma appliqué on one
side.
Another is a shiny green bikini, yet another is a 2 piece
with foam wires sewn inside to push up the boobs, etc.
I realize that the woman (who is outside with the other people)
is wearing a fairly conservative bathing suit, rather than choosing a revealing one.
I feel my envy dissipate into a sort of respect.
I decide that I feel quite friendly towards her,
and much better about myself.
I'm pleased about conquering my jealousy and go outside to join the others.
Thunderbird
I'm not sure if I'm in the same place or not.
It's half there and half somewhere in Seattle.
I'm in a large garage structure that has clothing racks (bars) along the walls
in different sections for different roommates who live in the main house.
I'm flipping through the cloths and admiring them.
They're all beautiful and surreal.
(A short, rather stiff crinoline layered in red, yellow, and black, held up by shiny red suspenders,
a black rubberized dress that changes shape when worn, etc.)
I'm considering moving into the house, as one of the women there is moving out.
I leave the house and am walking through a large pebbly lot.
It's dusk, and I hear a car.
An old white Thunderbird pulls up.
The car is covered with 'important' writing, black script in handwriting I don't recognize.
The car is driver my 2 women (Claire Daines and Sara Gilbert).
We are close friends, but this is the first time we've actually met
and they've been looking for me.
I have the option of getting in the car with them and going on a journey,
or getting on a train full of people in old (1500's) costumes and going back to Vancouver.
I get into the car (Sara's driving, Claire's in the back seat, and I'm shotgun)
and we drive away.
Joan Jett
I'm in a large, expensive, high security store.
It's having a going out of business sale on everything.
(tables, chairs, lamps, hinges, etc.)
I'm walking on a gold coloured carpet,
then I begin to hover a foot or two above the floor, because it's faster.
I go backwards through the building so I can see the best quality stuff first
and won't have to deal with other people.
I find 2 bookends sitting on a grey marble table.
They are 2 solid silver faces -beautiful and very realistic, and obviously antique.
One is a woman, the other an androgynous face
wearing a fake metallic purple Fu-Manchu moustache and an amused expression.
Together the 2 fit together to create a circles/sphere,
and apart they are cut straight down one half, connected in an arc.
I consider putting them into my pockets, as I have long cotton pants with very deep pockets on,
but I choose not to steal them and carry them instead.
(in the hope of either buying them or having them given to me)
I hover into the next room, which has very high ceilings
and a security camera in one corner, pointing at me and blinking it's red light.
I stare at the glowing dot and become very self conscious of my hovering,
so I slowly lower myself to the carpet.
I'm alone in the room, but a burglar's cord descends from a trapdoor/window near the ceiling,
and is trying to catch a metal hook at the end of it on a loop sticking out of the wall.
It rises and falls, missing each time, so I walk over and hook it myself.
I then rise to the trapdoor itself and step out onto the roof.
There are a bunch of police to my left, with guns drawn.
[things began to feel like a bad TV movie at this point]
On the right, Joan Jett is standing in front of a group of people, a long silver gun drawn out
and pointed at a cheesy, chunky, balding detective wearing a lime green zoot suit.
She's in control of the situation (for the most part) and the positive to the cops negative.
She's wearing a leather police uniform (like something Emma Peel would die for).
I join 'her side' and the 'bad police' and cheesy detective disappear.
(I still had the bookends and got to keep them).