Some days, most days it's hard to get out of bed without a schedule based on a clock. You wake up and realize it's almost noon so you at least go to the kitchen. Maddy's making a french press, finish the kefir in the fridge, snacks on a stale something we took Amber on Friday. Maddy and I tell each other about the dreams we both had, we do this a lot, kitchen noon talks about dreams of little validity. Hers involves some Arabic kid she's been messing around with in his boxers, swinging down to a car with a lady in it. He opens her door and starts pressing buttons in her "fancy" car only wanting to know whether or not she is Arabic. But some men show up and take him away. My dream evolved or devolved in 3 parts. First I was in some brick loft type building, Danny from Path was there, and we were with my family. Some of them anyway. At one point I was in the hallway wearing headphones or something. The hallway is very wide and Grandma Michiko looking a bit younger than she is, is moving elegantly She's doing some kind of interpretive dance. I sneak off part of the headphones and she is singing very oddly. Only some melodious bursts of sound. Like a museum exhibit, the light is so white in such an empty hallway. Then from far down a door opens and it's some guy called Doc. I know in real time my Grandparents had a friend named Doc. He died though and this guy wasn't the same. Looked younger, not too much. Sort of like Mr. England... also dead. He's smiling and walking down. I go back into the apartment. Aunt Molly sees me set down some dishes and tells me to clean them. I almost get defensive but I soap the sponge and get to it. I clean those, but just decide to clean the other dishes in the sink. I have a pint glass half filled with coke or some brown liquid I'm still drinking sitting in the sink. And I think there's a television set playing a movie behind me. Like a western or some sort. But at the same time it's a family movie because the people are watching behind me, but facing me instead and interacting with the film talking about themselves being in it. Danny comes up beside me, handing me dishes and asks me smiling if I'm going to go back to The Path and I say "I'm not feeling too good right now." Now I'm blocking the view of television, I apologize and take my brown liquid filled glass and set it on a wall shelf so they can watch it through the reflection on the glass. Hilarity breaks out as in comes Doc, Grandma and people surround riffing off the TV. He says something about how he used to be 17 once and how old people were having kids back then, that is he old enough to be grandma Michiko's dad. " I was seventeen once" they are lit by the television on screen.
Then I'm in some department store, first floor on W.25th St. that doesn't exist. It's unorganized and random like a vintage or thrift store. I'm looking for a blue dress for the prom outside. None. I want something like "Roman Holiday" and the shop ladies groan. Nothing. They even hold up some kind of collectors doll on a stand with a blue dress on. Not in a mocking way. The interior is something like shelves, wooden shelves built into walls. And the walls are green felt. I'm looking, looking but not finding. I even put on a pink dress of mesh material over my clothes. Andy Wright appears helping a bus filled with music equipment unload. He asks me if I wanted to go with him to the prom. Before I can even answer he starts getting defensive and saying something like he could take out a girl like me. I tell him I'm already going with somebody and I don't know whether or not it's true. He goes back to unloading. I go outside and it's snowing. The place is deserted though. Some kids on bikes, cyclists, critical mass types show up and say "Party's moved down there" they point. 25th St. now has a flora median. That's it. I don't know where they're going.
It's some kind of resort hotel and it's New Years Eve. There's something going on on the first floor by the pool. Two giant masses square in shape made of wooden folding chairs are moving into the room. For every chair there is a girl sitting/laying in it and moving her feet. Something dirty is about to happen to two of these girls so I'm writing a warning down on rubber bands to give them, all of the sudden I'm in an underground club and Marilyn Manson and his transsexual girlfriend are coming up to me. Like Camille , the tranny from the Chicago show on Saturday. She kept telling me how much she liked my outfit after she made me open my trench coat. I looked like I was going to a screening of Rocky Horror Picture Show. Manson asked what the rubber bands were for. Underground, I could not help the girls being molested on the roof. All I could think was, what the hell. I just celebrated New Years Eve.
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