Return of the Dreams!

It’s been so damn long since I’ve remembered one of my dreams. The minute I pick my head off the pillow they become like the morning mist – all evanescent and shit. I’ve missed them.

Last night though, they came back! I can only bring snippets to mind now but, nonetheless, I’m thrilled.

First, I found that I’d married one of those Republican Jesus humpers. You know, the snoozingly dressed sort who view us women folk as nothing more than cooks, maids, unpaid "escorts" and baby incubators. When we got to our new home, he was shocked and freaked to learn that his brandy-y new chattel:

• wouldn’t cook for him or do his laundry
• possessed a decidedly foul vocab (Fuck me, REALLY?)
• wouldn’t be bakin’ no bairn for him.
• would not go down on him unless he did the same for me FIRST. (no, I did not trust him to follow through with his tissue thin promise)

and the most horrifying bit

• I was NOT a virgin! *GASP!*

You may be wondering, why would I marry such an abominably execrable example of humanity. Well? Why? My reaction to his utterly aghast, stunned expressions told me all. I was grinning big with a side of happy cruel laughter. I was enjoying the hell outta his mondo appalled discomfort.

The fuck man – you didn’t know all this about me before signing on the dotted line? Not terribly bright of you ma petite tête stupide.

Apparently, marrying this meshuggeneh cretin was my idea of grand entertainment. Also, it was my small  payback contribution on behalf of all oppressed women everywhere. Seems I was on a mission to demoralize and frustrate one christianist fraud at a time.

Hey, you have fun your way and I’ll do the same. Ya know?

Next snippet – my old friend Bob Ray and I were sampaning around New York harbor. Why? Why not? We were headed out into the Atlantic, lookin' for adventure and whatever came our way. We were takin’ the world in a love embrace and exploding into space. Born to be wild and shit. Capisce?

But…in a sampan?! I may have said this already but you go your way, I'll go mine

Without the time and trouble of crossing the Atlantic, Bob Ray and I found ourselves in Venice paddling along the canals both Grand and rii. That’s it – just two friends having a wonderful, fluid, beautiful adventure.

Damn, I’m really hoping this morning’s dreamscapes are heralding the return of regular nocturnal movieolas.

Seen outside the Thomas Crane Library.