the conjurings of a slumbering mind
i had the strangest dream last night. i was at a party at my ex danielle’s house. it wasn’t a very good party, people began to leave around eleven. one of our friends was attempting to play live music (but she was in miniature, and in a space that looked like a slightly enlarged microwave) and we were making fun of her because she was so terrible. her house didn’t look anything at all like it really does, it mostly looked like a rented hall, with large hardwood floors and dim orange lighting. before i decided to leave, i remember looking out the window and seeing a man jump over the roof of a house across the street, and then noting that there was a soccer game going on in the field beside that house, despite the fact that it was around midnight at this point. after that i decided to leave, but couldn’t find my shoes, and was very upset because it meant i wouldn’t be able to walk home. my friend dustin was on the floor beside me while i looked through the shoes, which was strange because in real life he and danielle have never met and if they had, they would hate each other. dustin was putting on black boots that zipped up to his thighs and had huge red/orange flames running up the sides. a bus passed by the house, number 122. somehow i must have found my shoes because the next thing i remember is being on a bus with danielle and being really annoyed with her because she was being so rude to the teenagers on the bus. she kept talking about how they were rude and obnoxious and immature and i kept reminding her that we were the same way once. at one point she kept lifting up all their shirts, and then she was off the bus. then somehow krystle was sitting beside me and at one point we were in my bed and i think we had just had sex, and she was trying to kiss me the way she used to but it wasn’t working, she couldn’t kiss me with feeling anymore. then we were on a bus and she got off without saying goodbye, without even telling me she had gotten off. i texted her after being like “bye?”. then i got off and somehow i was in london (england) by the river. i was running along a dock, and the sky was getting very dark, and there were seven enormous rainbows in the sky. i tried to get my phone out to take a picture of them but they disappeared before i could, even though i ran up and down the dock trying to see if they would reappear at another angle. there were other people in the dock but none of them seemed to notice the rainbows. then i ran down onto a private piece of dock that jutted out from the main promenade and grabbed a chair, with the intent to just sit there and watch the sky for the night. a man came to sit beside me, the dock owner, and we talked for a while. at one point another rainbow appeared in the sky, but it was curved downwards in a strange way and only took up about a fifth of the height of the zenith. then it started to disintegrate, little pieces of it falling into the horizon like dust. and then other things in the sky started to do the same, so that it was effectively a raincloud of dust sliding into the horizon. i noticed, but the man i was talking to didn’t at all. then suddenly it was daylight again, as though we had been sitting outside the entire night somehow without noticing. to the man i said “how the hell is it morning already?” or something to that effect. and he just shrugged and said something about it being time for work. i dumped my clothes on the dock and went out in the putrid, fetid water to help him push around these huge barges of shiny plastic goods in fluorescent colours. we were pushing them out to these other islands in the river that were made of similar barges. this took most of the day, pushing the barges around and bringing other ones back. there were other kids out there doing it too, younger kids than me and mostly east indian. we were all very obviously illegally hired, paid under the table at unliveable wages. one of the other girls was closer to my age, white and british, and when we came back from our run she told me to watch out, the boss was cracking down because they had fired one of the younger east indian boys and were being inspected by the labour board for violation of his contract, because he was an immigrant. the boss in my dream was nicole kidman and she was furious. i hid, tried to locate my cell phone and failed for a while, kept picking up other people’s cell phones, then eventually i found mine in the pocket of my jeans, which were still stuffed into a corner on the dock. i had been hoping krystle would text me back or call or something, because i’d been gone for almost two days, and nothing. no messages from her at all. i remember being so upset about it. then i think i went back to work, and then i woke up.