in my dream I was seal woman, and wanted to be champion of the ice sliders. I was goldilocks. in a pageant, but the wig was too small and wouldn't stay in place. I wanted to be chosen by a lover, an amalgam of characterstics, soulful eyes and hairy hobbit feet. he wanted to know me and understand me, read my bumperstickers and hear my musics, read my tattoos. we found my feathered wings were growing in to the outline of wing tattoo shapes on my back, as moss and molds sprouted on the soles of my feet. embarrassed. I wondered how it was possible. since i knew I showered last night. he must have tracked it in on his feet. the tv started blaring loudly as we tried to make
, I knew it was Gar's fault for messing with the settings. but I couldn't turn it off. the sex was not passionate but difficult, as neither of us felt completely at ease. he asked if someone might need the adjoined bathroom, and I said no, they will use the one downstairs. but then david potter came in and we awkwardly acted like nothing was going on. all of this was so meaningful when I awoke, and I decided to start a punkrock band, fronted by dogs and cats called the dismantilors.
