Sep 17, 2008 12:27
a dream about and for S.
At 2am last night
someone threw a turtle though my open window. The turtle landed, alive, and commneced walking across the floorboards toward my bed. I ran to the window. I knew I would see you but the patio was empty. I went back to bed and dreamed that we were working together behind the restaurant's counter. You had the smoothie blender raised in your left hand and you were dancing for the customers like an overweight whore. You had so much rhytm! The way you moved your hips was beautiful, like water. Suddenly you stopped and ran out into the street, still holding the blender. I don't know what could have compelled you to leave so suddenly. I saw the car when it hit you, but I was still about the way you'd be dancing.