dream.
I often have dreams where I go to a busy dance club, and let myself be bounced around like a pinball.
Hands all over me, and electronica pumping into my body like being fucked by a thousand gods of thunder.
There are hands on me and in me, the fabric of my dress tugged eight different ways, my vision blinded by sweat dripping into my eyes, anonymous people turning into molten lava against each other.
I don't even have to hold myself up; I am held up by the bodies pressed against one another, swaying and jerking to the rhythm.
Nobody has a name, nobody has a face. Everything geometric but abstract. Light is relative. Sweat is inevitable.
My name is Irrelevant.
My body is not mine, but everyone's.
The bass is like a fist being pumped into dark holes in everyone's bodies. Every beat is an orgasm on the verge.
No voices can be heard over the music, just occasional gasps emitted by my neighbours as they try and catch a breath of air.
And I leave feeling the most high I have ever felt.
This is the dream, as I recall it.
Hands all over me, and electronica pumping into my body like being fucked by a thousand gods of thunder.
There are hands on me and in me, the fabric of my dress tugged eight different ways, my vision blinded by sweat dripping into my eyes, anonymous people turning into molten lava against each other.
I don't even have to hold myself up; I am held up by the bodies pressed against one another, swaying and jerking to the rhythm.
Nobody has a name, nobody has a face. Everything geometric but abstract. Light is relative. Sweat is inevitable.
My name is Irrelevant.
My body is not mine, but everyone's.
The bass is like a fist being pumped into dark holes in everyone's bodies. Every beat is an orgasm on the verge.
No voices can be heard over the music, just occasional gasps emitted by my neighbours as they try and catch a breath of air.
And I leave feeling the most high I have ever felt.
This is the dream, as I recall it.