Ridiculous

Walking through my childhood neighborhood; I leave the yard of an old friend and go walking alone. I come to a steep hill that seems to run like an alley through a dusty, dirty patch of space closed-in by large, crumbling homes. There is a group of students who are striding down the hill, at first I begin to follow them, thinking that BGC must be near by, but then I turn, and walk back up the hill. I am in a classroom setting, but we are all adults. My friend CG is there with an attractive boy friend. He is flirting with me and I am trying to behave, or at least not let on that I enjoy his attention. When the class departs, he and I have sex on the lab table we were sitting.

Then I am in a boutique where the flighty woman who runs it is desperately trying to sell me the latest fashions: blue boots that ooze like jelly on my feet, clear plastic bubble shoes, and other crazy sorts. I am not interested in buying any, but I continue to try them on in the hopes of finding something redeemable in her stock.

I end up in a garage/apartment where my mom is living. It is dimly lit. My little brother has apparently robbed her and we are watching video footage of the crime. We can only see my mom though; she's like Michael Jackson - her face is covered with bandages and she is wearing a towel/scarf over her head and face. She looks as though she has had plastic surgery, with her nose gauzed-up. She moves as if stuck in slow motion. Finally, my brother arrives and he is trying to state his case. His hair has fallen out, and so there are only little wisps (like on a newborn) and there are pimples all over. I worry that this is a result of the drugs: his hair and his behavior.

In real life: welcome, SPRING!