Stars
I'm in a gigantic room with 50 foot ceilings.
The room is full of oversized posters of famous people
(Siouxsie, Tom Jones, Elvis, Howard Stern, Alice Cooper, etc.)
and life sized mannequins of Elvis and Tom Jones are posed up in the balcony.
There is a gathering of people (including the Beatles and their children, who are all Chinese)
and a plot afoot.
Some women have set up a small bathroom, which I enter.
The entire room (including the sinks and toilets) is a dark eggplant colour.
I leave the bathroom (by another door)
after I realize that a neighbor in a tall apartment building next door
is staring through the window into the stall.
I find myself in another room.
There is a small wicker basket on the floor, filled with small, scrolled pieces of paper
with messages from the women (who have left) written on them, and a plate of cookies.
I leave, walking outside by some wide, cement stairs.
A woman there has been framed.
Video clips have been sliced together out of context.
I begin talking to an older woman about my appointment at Langara.
She says "you don't want to be around highschool kids...how about Magee?"
[Magee is a highschool, Langara is a college]
A rude lady pushes past me rather than walking around, which pisses me off.
Paintings
I'm looking at an artist's paintings.
They're morbid and dark; beautiful.
Boomerang
A small town couple is escaping from a town after eloping.
The girl has dark hair with rice in it.
They are riding on the hood of a white car.
There are tall trees to the left, and one has a purple velvet couch stuck up in it.
Then the car passes a bunch of trees that appear to have been stripped and bleached.
The couple begins talking (to me?)
about how a powerful man won't sell them the land they want to live on.
"he wouldn't even give us potato chips that weren't knocked down" says the guy.
We drive to the property (which is woodsy and secluded).
We squeeze around a chain link fence and jump up a dirt hill,
grabbing onto a rusty parking meter for support.
We separate, and then I'm being pursued by a decidedly bad man.
I run through the forest, then make a flying leap across some trucks.
(having an incredible deja vu in the process)
I run towards an abandoned store front (with prom dressed mannequins still inside)
and catch my reflection.
I'm not me, I'm a blonde with smeared lipstick.
I say "I can't..."
my tormenter throws a black boomerang at my neck.
I duck, and it shatters the glass behind me.
Echo.