Display cases
I'm in a room full of boxes and glass display cases.
It seems to have been prepared for a sale.
It turns out to be Donoven (A.)'s house.
He's sitting in the corner of the room looking extremely sad.
I'm wearing olive tights under a black dress,
and I'm holding a sheet of small, square, orange stickers.
In one of the display cases I see a silver Buddha pendent, outlined in red.
The Buddha is dancing, and I want to buy it for Paul.
There is another Buddha figure, about one inch high, this one sitting -carved from jade.
I find a shoe box and open it. Inside there is a pair of converse all stars,
which I try on, but they're too big.
Under the shoes, I find a thin paper journal.
I know it's Donovan's from when he was young,
and that it's full of bad things that happened to him.
I don't read it, but replace it in the box.
I look into another glass case.
It's filled with dice, toys, and the small 'stained glass' hangings
that you make by pouring coloured plastic crystals into metal frames then melt in the oven.
I figure I can buy some and save them for Christmas stockings.
All these things are organized into trays or are hanging from hooks inside the cases.
I wonder to myself where all these things came from.
I can hear it raining hard outside, and I turn around.
I find that I am wearing a costume.
I ask Donovan where the Buddha pendents are
(knowing myself, but feeling that he'll lie and tell me he doesn't know.) He says he's not sure.
I look at the floor and see a dirt caked playing card.
I pick it up and brush it off to see that it's a joker with billowing baggy white pants
that he's pulling out on either side.
He has red and black suit symbols on his puffy white hat.
I look around for more cards then notice that my belly is bleeding.
Subway
I'm in an abandoned underground subway.
The walls, turnstiles, and gates all have beautiful paintings on them.
There isn't a blank space anywhere.