I just woke up from a really disturbing dream. I was in Ohio visiting my family. I wanted to drive out to see my grandparents, but the only car available to me was a little electric truck with a giant yellow shop vaccuum attached to it. I went to school (Catholic school) with Carolena, the Mother Of All Bellydancers, where I learned dance and filmmaking. There were about six women in my class. Our graduation was flame themed, and I kept obsessing over adding red flames to the yellow and white flame decorations. My dad's parents were the only ones in attendence at the ceremony, and afterwards my grandfather walked up the grassy hill with me in the twilight and gave me sentimental advice. This is completely out of character for him.
I somehow met up with The Starlet, who moved out of out apartment and away to Boston over a month ago. While I was waiting for her at her pole dancing class (which she really does) her frumpily dressed teacher heard I graduated from the Carolena school and asked if I could do a split, demonstrating. Then she showed me her mad breakdancing skills and I suggested that for Halloween she should be one of those kids who breakdances on the subway. Her students thought it was a dumb idea.
Finally Starlet came out of wherever she was, wearing a lace bodystocking and a faux fur stole. A randomly placed gay man asked where she got it and I suggested in my way that maybe it had come from a sexy junkstore. She glared at me and gave the name of a sexy junkstore.
We decided to go to Marshall's together, and I wanted to help her pick things out, but I saw a throw pillow I liked. I got closer and realized it was ugly (I find this type of thing happens often in stores like Marshall's), but I went into the furniture section to see if there were more. I got sort of trapped in a maze of ugly ceramic furniture. Ceramic tables with ceramic chairs. Ceramic bureaus and vanities. Ceramic sofas and end tables and not a stick of wood in sight. I really have no idea how I made my way out.
Here's where I remember stuff way more clearly.
On my way back I traveled on a dusty dirt road and was waved through a cleanup crew, then suddenly realized I saw a couple dead bodies. I figured it was a car accident and carefully drove through the cleanup crew, but suddenly I noticed the bodies were everywhere. I was having trouble avoiding them with my weird electric truck. They were mostly covered at first, but as I kept driving they were just laying out. At one point I saw a whole bunch of them piled up. I tried hard not to freak out but I could feel my heart beat faster and I hit the gas a bit harder. I accidentally ran over a dead woman and I heard the coroner yell at me as I sped away.
I drove to a nice, shady street and got out of the electric truck to call my sister, and while I was on the phone the shop vac part of the truck disengaged and rolled down a hill-traffic was coming, so I had to just watch it fall into somebody's hidden driveway. A woman with a bullhorn came out of the wooded yard and crossed the street, and as she raised the bullhorn to her lips I waved at her and said, "it's mine. I'm sorry." She just walked off in the direction I had come from.
I crossed the street and walked down the driveway. I knew I was related to these people somehow. The woman's husband and their adult son were there with a big rubber industrial hamper, dead bodies leaning upright against it on two adjoining sides. I tried not to freak out. My shop vac had landed in the middle of the hamper, and as the men lifted it out for me they told me they were helping the cleanup crew with the poor people who died in that awful car accident in 1975. I accidentally got splashed with some kind of fluid. I realized there had been no cars on the dusty road I'd driven on earlier. I left them the shop vac, thinking they would have better use of it then me and I walked away, but I woke up before I reached the end of the driveway.
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