a pick

I was at one of those Trish and Scott houses that isn’t their house, and it was kind of a party. It was the kind of dream where I am both in my body and outside of it, watching it like a movie. Some woman had hit on me and I was miffed about that. There were a number of men, but I was really only talking to one of them. His hair was kind of a shaggy dirty blond with gray in it. He was wearing jeans and a t-shirt with an open plaid flannel over shirt. There were a number of bedlike pods and a dark-haired, short man in a suit was making as if to get me in one of them, but I retreated to the one where my friend was sitting, kind of plopping down on his lap, and telling him something silly in his ear. There were a few beats of motionlessness. He then ousted me from his lap, landing me face down upon the bed, in a move both completely rejection and tenderness incarnate. Another few beats of motionlessness and he bent down between my legs and embraced me. We made love in our clothes in an instant of centuries’ duration. And then the party was still going on. He was gone and another woman was trying to rape me, yank me out of a smotheration of covers to ravish me, and I was viciously fighting her, but unable to do much damage because the covers were muffling it. By the time I was free of them, she was gone. I went to find Trish to exclaim about all the women accosting me, but she was only interested in if I’d made it with the man. I started to nod and keep griping, but she ran out after Scott to spread the news about my pick. Then everyone was in the same room, the short guy in the suit was sulking, and I was being asked what was the worst thing about Mendocino, where I lived for so long, men. I was telling them that I didn’t like how so many of them lived in total squalor, in beautiful houses that were encrusted with a total lack of housekeeping inside. Everyone looked at my new lover. I said, “Whut, are you one of those?” He was.

At this point my body had finally made its way up from so completely tangled in my bedding that air was reaching my lungs again and I had to wake up to go pee. I’d hoped to be able to go back and extract a promise from him to clean his house, but, alas, the blackness of my deep took me back, trying to keep me alive.