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so… another sex dream about Jerry. except there never was any actual sex and it’s all jim & stephanie’s fault. figures that being plagued by a vivid dream would bring me back here after being gone for so long.
I can’t remember why i was there but i walked alone into a restaurant in another city – like vegas? – and looky who was sitting thar alone at an elegantly set table. suit, tie, fresh haircut… nice. so i come up behind him and being the sexy aggressor i only really am when typing or drunk, i braced his shoulders from behind and breathed some words into his ear. Electricity charged between us and we were right back where we started but better. seasoned. aged. if you know what i’m saying. (trying to avoid using the term ‘experienced’).
so of course he wasn’t waiting for me (we were both on vacation ?), he’s waiting for his girlfriend = or at least, someone more familiar and comfortable than a date. She walks out of the bathroom and has his unbelieveable hair. It’s long, auburn to honey red, and has the most amazing dye job i’ve ever seen in my life. there are plaits of hair which actually have a plaid pattern (all tone on tone) to them. She also has fiber weavings – like really fine kente cloth woven into her hair – they seem somewhere between paper and fabric and wooly dreadlocks – but they are the perfect texture contrast to her hair. We’re introduced ? or maybe she held out a hand (I was gaping) and i rudely immediately started inquiring about her hair. Relative to everyday life it was completely over the top – like you would have seen it on stage in a broadway play that had a fantasy production quality to it – but never in real life because it was just too amazing. (thank you, imagination!) and I gasped, ‘that had to cost like $400!’ (making an ass of myself) and she nodded knowingly, ”$350 but it took all day.” So then we time traveled or something and were back in Travers Street. I like driving by that house once in awhile just to remember when. hot damn. so we were there and penny and john and maybe dan were there and since jerry was in town they were having a party. I’m pretty sure i heard john’s voice too and a lot of family members and friends… Jerry and I still had this physical familiarity with each other where we could stand near each other, passing things back and forth, elbowing each other, gesturing with the sort of a rhythm you’d only get from having been emotionally intimate. best friends or former lovers. and of course there was this incredible energy between us and we knew within minutes of being together again we were going to end up screwing. it was an awesome rush. eh, i miss it but at least i had it, right? At some point in the evening I had a heart to heart with penny (probably right in front of jerry) that these guys were all middle-aged now – if they weren’t married now it probably wasn’t gonna happen. Why have none of these guys ever gotten married. (?)
So… after a very fun party (well, that last part probably wasn’t much fun for jerry) i went into the bathroom and proceeded to have another hemorrage dream. odd, but meaningful. and then I woke up. ‘Cause hemorrage dreams always wake me up in the cold sweats.
