Slime Pool
6-02-2000
I enter some underground art exhibit with Kusanim David and a bunch of other. he tells me to lock the door, but someone could still squeeze through the rock. The exhibit is made of trash. Bananas, garbage cans, etc. In the middle is a pool of oily much. People wade into it. Someone is bathing in it.
Some guy gets out of the "pool". He's completely black and shiny. Only his eyes are visible. Someone else in the pool screams as a blackish-green piece of slime latches onto him and pulls him down. He steps up to his full height, revealing a big patch of slime covering his body. He peels it off, in bigtime pain, and it leaves bleeding patches on his back and side. People wade into the pool to examine the now harmless piece of slime up close.
Some girl is tired and leans against me. I don't recognize her, but she seems familiar, as if I knew her when she was younger.
I have a huge party as my house, a big cabin in the woods. Tons of people are there. It's on a hill, overlooking a grassy slope and a creek. Two girls are talking animatedly at a table. I walk around with a black bra over my eyes, like sunglasses, but I have to peel them away to observe details sometimes.
Something about a caro r truck, riding it barefoot someplace. Lab people. Leave. I take another toute back to the cabin. They never show.
People standing at the creek, not daring to jump over it. Waiting for boat or something. I run down the slope and jump it. People go "ahh" in revelation. Derek does the same, better than me, but only gets my attention for doing so.
posted by Phlegm at 11/25/2003
