Dream
There were a few different stories, and we were watching what was going on on the ground floor-- it opened up like the Guggenheim's main floor. But the floors were rectangular, no big deal. There was this contest going on; it was an art contest. Arthur was playing, and he looked stupid, wearing this beret and all alternative, my non-bear creek boyfriend as ever. I found myself forcibly acting natural but as time progressed my smile became more and more plaster, knowing that the boys from bear creek were only a few people down, and they were probably gossiping about me and my boyfriend. He started to cough, though, and stepped off the stand. He tried to take off his microphone, but all of a sudden there was a camera on it as well, and it was filming his progress through this open field. He came to the edge of the field and there was this really funny skit that the ASB or whatever put on the art contest had arranged, and it was really funny. I was relieved. It was art-filmy.
Next I was in a new hotel building. It was a house. I was up in the attic. I came down and there was a green staircase right up on the wall by which I came down. A staircase also went up from the bathroom on the other side of the room. But the door to the bathroom was so small and slender that it was hard to get in. It was Shelby's house. Shelby was in her bedroom, and we were going to lie there, me, Sofia, and Shelby, and watch the TV for a while. I found her bed and smoothed back the sheets and found these two mismatched socks, one light blue and one black. I wasn't sure if I'd catch cancer or make her sick or anything, it was a little bit superstitious how I acted around her. But she smiled, and laid back in her bed.
I got home and there was some family event going on. Arthur was there then, too. Dad was going away for the weekend, and the contest was resumed. We were in some enclosed space, I don't remember, but we were hearing this buzzing sound that was incredibly aggravating to Arthur and I couldn't figure out why. We found it, in mom's car-- it was her cellphone, and it had noted many missed calls. There was one other detail to say she'd left the car mid-action, and a conclusive detail. She came bumbling out of the house, eyes all red, and I said, "MOM! Get in the car. We're going to the hospital!" And she said, "No, I already called the Starlight Pickup Service" or some crap like that. I didn't know what she meant, but as we were loading her into the car this service came-- a bus, full of dying people. The door was large and a woman came to greet us, overcalm, and mom stepped inside. I wanted to cry, like I want to cry right now about it, and she told me not to. It wasn't appropriate to cry in front of all these other dying people, and I didn't want to make them sense their mortality any more than they had to at this point.
And mom was gone, and Dad wanted to go someplace. I thought he said Ellie's, but then I realized he had said "Get some hot dogs or pizza?" and I said no, I think. I had thought he was going to leave, too, and Arthur could be alone with me. But he had no intention of leaving without me.
Next I was in a new hotel building. It was a house. I was up in the attic. I came down and there was a green staircase right up on the wall by which I came down. A staircase also went up from the bathroom on the other side of the room. But the door to the bathroom was so small and slender that it was hard to get in. It was Shelby's house. Shelby was in her bedroom, and we were going to lie there, me, Sofia, and Shelby, and watch the TV for a while. I found her bed and smoothed back the sheets and found these two mismatched socks, one light blue and one black. I wasn't sure if I'd catch cancer or make her sick or anything, it was a little bit superstitious how I acted around her. But she smiled, and laid back in her bed.
I got home and there was some family event going on. Arthur was there then, too. Dad was going away for the weekend, and the contest was resumed. We were in some enclosed space, I don't remember, but we were hearing this buzzing sound that was incredibly aggravating to Arthur and I couldn't figure out why. We found it, in mom's car-- it was her cellphone, and it had noted many missed calls. There was one other detail to say she'd left the car mid-action, and a conclusive detail. She came bumbling out of the house, eyes all red, and I said, "MOM! Get in the car. We're going to the hospital!" And she said, "No, I already called the Starlight Pickup Service" or some crap like that. I didn't know what she meant, but as we were loading her into the car this service came-- a bus, full of dying people. The door was large and a woman came to greet us, overcalm, and mom stepped inside. I wanted to cry, like I want to cry right now about it, and she told me not to. It wasn't appropriate to cry in front of all these other dying people, and I didn't want to make them sense their mortality any more than they had to at this point.
And mom was gone, and Dad wanted to go someplace. I thought he said Ellie's, but then I realized he had said "Get some hot dogs or pizza?" and I said no, I think. I had thought he was going to leave, too, and Arthur could be alone with me. But he had no intention of leaving without me.