I had a dream awhile ago. I dreamt that I was in a cavernous brick pub. There were Christmas decorations everywhere and a live band that played only Artie Shaw. I was the only one there. The barmaid, Dolores, was a blonde dwarf who had to stand on a milkcrate to reach the bar. We got into a lengthy conversation spoken entirely in a foreign language, which made sense at the time.
Dolores was very kind and told me her dream is to sing with the USO. She asked if I would like to hear her version of “Begin the Beguine”. I respectfully declined, explaining that I had a previous engagement with Mr. Burton. She said, “Next time”, and wouldn’t let me pay.
I stepped out of the pub and directly into the Museum of Modern Art. It was nighttime and very crowded. There was a path on the floor that looked like thousands of diamonds. I reached down, grabbed a handful and was disappointed to see it was actually tiny pieces of glass. I cut my finger, instead of blood there were tiny droplets of liquid gold. The man next to me said “Oh wait, I have a jolly rancher in my pocket.” So he ate the jolly rancher and gave me the wrapper to wrap around my finger.
The first person to approach me was a woman on a 6ft. unicycle who closely resembled Gertrude Stein. She was holding a book and a cigarette in one hand and a spatula in the other, Instead of speaking she squawked and each time she opened her mouth bright yellow feathers came shooting out. She was shaking her head from side to side as she waved the spatula at me.
I heard a beep-beep behind me and turned to see Pee Wee Herman on his red bicycle. He stopped and asked if I wanted some milk and oreo cookies. I accepted.
I glanced over to the far corner of the room and there was a statuesque greek goddess with dark hair that touched the floor. She either looked through me or saw through me. I cannot say with certainty which it was, either way I was not comfortable… Then a tall, thin, impossibly chic young woman purposefully strode by wearing a pale blue satin unfinished evening gown. I realized it was my mother as she looked when she modeled in New York in 1946. She was followed by a rather frantic Charles James, the designer, who had scissors on a ribbon around his neck, a pin cushion on his wrist and pins in his mouth. He scowled at me, took the pins out of his mouth and hissed,” YOU are TOO SHORT!! as he scurried after her.
Then I saw the giant from Big Fish who kept repeating, “I’m not too tall, I’m not too tall.”
All of this time there is confetti falling like a light snow. A yak walks by. I look out the window and it’s the Via Veneto in Rome. I look again and it’s Rue Ferou in Paris. A book appears with arms and legs and a woman’s head and she says, “Write me.”
At this time a young man approached and said “Hello”. He was carrying a beautiful pink box wrapped with orange ribbon like you get in the Parisian patisseries. I asked him what was in the box and he said,”Don’t you remember? You gave it to me for safe keeping. It’s your heart. I gave you mine as well.” For a minute I panicked because I had forgotten. I thought I misplaced his. Did I leave it with Dorlores? Did I put it on the floor as I ate the oreo cookies and drank the milk? Then I remembered, it was in my make-up bag next to the Persian Melon lipstick and Maybelline eye pencil. It dawned on me that he was treating my heart with a lot more care than I was treating his, so I made a note to myself to get a better vessel for something so easily broken. Then he smiled and said ”Chicken for dinner” as he walked away. I noticed writing on the bottom of his shoes. One said, OLD and the other said SOLE.
At that I awoke with a start. My eyelids flew up like shades that had been snapped open. I thought “Where am I??” and then I thought ”WHAT was THAT??” It was so real it felt less like a dream and more like I had just been in an alternate reality. Of course I am writing it in a linear fashion but the experience was..well you know how dreams are. I immediately got up and wrote down what I remembered.
I had this dream a couple of years ago when I was in the thick of the darkness. Some of it is obvious and some of it isn’t. To be honest I wanted to write something today and I was at a loss. I came across this recently and reading it, I remembered it.
Happy May Day!