Asshole boarder guard
I'm on my way to Seattle with Vanessa.
We're to pick up my friends from Faith and Disease, as they're playing a gig there.
(they've moved to Vancouver and live in a house identical to my parent's)
We arrive at the house and discover that Dara has been replaced
by a large, obnoxious, amazon bitch that calls herself Dementia.
I try to lock her in the basement [it feels like a horror movie briefly] then she vanishes.
I'm talking to Eric and he gives me a small box,
which I put into my coat pocket as we all get into the car.
On the way to the boarder, Vanessa asks me if I have my blood ID card with me.
(this is needed to cross)
I say "of course", and she says "you really have the right bloodcard?"
I assure her that I do.
We arrive at the boarder and everyone goes inside,
which looks like the customs area at the airport.
I try to point out to everyone that they didn't ask us to come in;
that we could have just driven through, but it's too late.
Suddenly I'm facing an obviously asshole-type boarder guard.
He sneers at me through his moustache and says
"YOU can't come across! You have a hat like a clown's bum!"
I reach up and feel a puffy satin beret, but it's not tacky.
I decide that he's a jerk and I'm going to trap him into getting fired.
I attack him, biting his arm hard.
I can feel my teeth going through his skin, then hitting bone.
I jerk the arm out of its socket. It makes a splintering, popping noise and comes off in my hands, spraying blood around as though I'm holding a hose.
I start calmly thinking about how blood is dangerous - people could slip or catch a disease.
I tell him that these conditions are his fault, that he shouldn't be working there.
Blood continues to spray out; in a fine mist now, leaving puddles on the floor.
(we leave.)
Closet
I have just cut off a long pony tail (5 feet) of my own hair,
which I tie with a ribbon and leave on someone's bed.
This is somehow to cast a spell on the object of my desire
- a longhaired fellow with an angular face.
He's somewhat short, but leanly muscular, strong, and extremely intense
in a dangerous/sexy way.
I hide in his closet, holding up a scarf in front of me to appear like the closet door,
so I can watch him.
He enters the room. I study his face intently,
then accidently make a noise which he hears.
He comes closer as I lower the scarf; smiling.
He smiles as well.
[the phone rang and woke me up]