Umbrellas
I'm shopping for umbrellas with Christopher Reeve.
Christmas Orgy
I'm in a cafe near Womyn's Ware.
I'm holding a vibrator case that's made of black leather and closes with silver
snaps.
There are buttons on the bottom that alter its size,
and I have just spoken to Otter about getting it fixed.
I'm on my way to a party at a large hotel style mansion.
As I walk through the yard I look up into a large tree and see a bunch of people
sitting in a huge hammock that is surrounded by white latticework.
I get inside the mansion and stand in a long line of people in various states
of undress.
We're waiting to show our 'resort tickets' to the people in charge.
I gradually (upon observing the antics of some of the guests)
realize that I'm entering a large orgy.
I wander around just watching people.
I walk past a large Christmas tree where Billy Idol is masturbating
with a circular candy cane ornament that hangs from one of the branches.
I look down and see a large monster head with a lot of rounded teeth.
Antonio Banderas pops up from behind it and giggles
"not without HEAD...without BODY!"
and returns to his crouch behind the head.
Peter O'Tool traipses by in bott bott boy drag
(an english schoolboy uniform, a red boa, rhinestone jewelry and very bad makeup)
sucks in his cheeks and playfully says "didn't you know?" before dancing away.
Carney Wilson; dressed in a leather dominatrix outfit
with 'den mother' spelled out in flat studs on the back,
begins to pair people off by handing everyone a key that will match someone
else's.
Everyone goes off to their rooms.
I get to mine and find a rubanesque Spanish girl lying across a blue velvet
divan.
She says "so I hear you're a dyke now" and smiles.
I ask her where she'd heard that, but she just holds out her arms.
Then the room dissolves, almost liquifies, until it's a large pool that I'm
floating in.
I realize that I'm wearing an ugly flower print bathing suit, so I take it off,
letting it slip to the bottom of the pool.
Laura Palmer is standing at the other end of the pool in a filmy white dress,
the water just above her knees.
I see Christopher Reeve standing next to the pool with my umbrella (from the
earlier dream)
and a white terrycloth robe that's too small for me, but I put it on anyway,
I take some tacky clothes from my purple bag and give them away to people
before going back inside.
I realize that my hands are starting to melt together, as if made from warm
wax.
I look at a Christmas tree ornament that's hanging from a tiny peg on the back
of the door.
It's a candy cane between two clam shells, topped by five tiny lights
(red, green, blue, yellow, and white) that light up one by one.
I can hear radio static, and try to place the song that's barely coming through.
I turn to see my body reflected in a mirror, noticing that my fingers have grown
together,
I think about this for a minute, then realize that in reality I'm asleep.