i was in a bookstore
i was talking to a man
i'm not sure if i knew him in the dream
but i don't recognize him awake
he started off listening to me
but then he noticed a door for the office
of a magazine writer or editor (i'm not sure which)
someone of whom he was very much a fan
and gradually he faded closer and closer to the door
until he was actually leaning against it
pressing his ear into the door
now, i figured he was no longer paying any attention
to anything i might have to say
and even if he was
i mean, yuck
so i walked away
i started looking at the magazine rack
and there seemed to be a trend
jewish women were going to great lengths
to try and pass for japanese
this seemed very strange to me
but then i noticed that the door was open
so i went in and introduced myself to the guy
who was so much more interesting as a closed door
than i was in conversation
him i figured i should meet
and we really enjoyed talking to each other
until someone a few seats down made a noise
and i stopped to listen
he's like: what was that
and i'm like: she does a great imitation of the cackle
from h.r. pufnstuf
but it offended him that i had stopped to listen
to someone else
so i excused myself
and went on to the next part of the dream
i walked down a hallway
and i could see into a bedroom
there were people i knew in the dream, quite well
but i don't know in real life
one was a woman on the down slope of fifty
with the kind of piled up hair that isn't popular anymore
the kind you go to the salon to have done
once or twice a week
the other was a little harder to describe
she was 4'11" tall
she was foreign
maybe she was african, but i think she was west indian
she was thin, or at least not one ounce over weight
but there was still something very round about her
her face was very round, and her hair was a short afro
cropped so close to her head that she almost seemed bald
her skin was not very dark, but
rather than being some shade of brown, say cocoa or caramel
she was a lightened blue black
this gave her an almost metallic gray look
but not shiny very flat
but still, not in a way that you'd be tempted to call ashy
and the other woman was busy telling her how
that man would never want her
he could have anybody
who was she
and i had to go in and break it up
i took the gray woman (i wish i knew a name)
outside to tell her how the other woman was just a bigot
and she looked at me and said:
you don't need to worry about me
i know my worth
and then she stretched
and her body became the shape of an X
and lightning struck the ground near her
and she reminded me of storm from the x-men
except the comic, not the movie
halle berry isn't scary enough to be storm, not really
alek wek would have been a much better choice
even if she can't act
storm doesn't talk much
and then we went inside and i got to meet this guy
OMG
imagine kobe with a leontine mane of rasta dreds
he was a chef
and he worked on a yacht called the libation
and he was taking her away with him
i don't know when it happened
but the room was knee deep in water
as he led her away
and you could tell
by the way he looked at her
that just the sight of her
gave him joy
