Thursday, January 12, 2006

Lesbian dreams

I dreamt I was lying in bed nude. My dearly beloved was in the shower. I could hear the splashing water as I floated in and out of a hazy sleep. Suddenly, there was a lesbian next to me. She was sort of big and soft and seemed comfortable, so I rested my head on her shoulder and sighed. She was explaining why I want to wash Ann Curry's hair.

"You are simply peeling off another layer," she said in an echoey voice. "Let it fall off, little chrysalis, like an onion skin."

She asked if she could "go straight" on me. I politely--even coquettishly--declined. I was unsure exactly what "go straight" meant. The experience might likely have included intercourse with her while she donned a prosthetic penis--an intimidating prospect. (Sort of a let down to know I play it safe, even in my dreams.)

Then I was seated at a table with a whole bevy of lesbians, all of whom were coifed, painted and clad in satin teddies. A delicate cloud of patchouli surrounded them. Their collective demeanor did not match their collective appearance, however. They were scornfully calling my infatuation with shampooing Ann Curry's hair a "ten minute thing." They had names for feminine odor I had not heard before (and cannot remember now ... snarf? Snoof?) I became angry and indignant.

"Ann Curry respects me as a writer AND an craftsman!" I said, although even in the dream, I knew this to be an exaggeration, if not a bald lie. I have never met Ann Curry.

"You mean craftsWOMAN," said one of the lesbians, snorting. They shook their manes of silken hair. They rolled their sparkling eyes. They pursed their lipsticked lips.

In an instant, the beautiful lesbians were gone. I was in line at my college cafeteria. I was the only human. The rest of the endless line was populated by Gort-like robots with cylindrical metal appendages where the usual suspect lurks on a human male. I tried to remember the phrase associated with Gort, but I could not summon it, nor the name of the movie in which he appeared. When I finally got to the steam tables, I had abandoned trying to remember the robot's particulars. I was ravenous, but my dish was impossibly small. I heaped chicken potpie casserole into it anyway. The gravy spilled over the sides of the dish onto the tray. The silent Gorts did not take any food.

Maybe I should go on a diet.

13 comments:

nicole said...

I'm not sure if a diet is necessary. I mean, it's not like you actually ATE the casserole.

Maybe it's a way of saying that your cup will soon runneth over...?

Okay, it's a stretch but I'm trying!

Anonymous said...

Obviously the gorts represent the harshness, the sameness, the unyielding coldness of men, while you- you wish to indulge in the delicious excesses of the gentler sex.

FLAMINGO1 said...

I hope you aren't suggesting that Ann Curry has feminine odor. I would guess that she is fresh as a daisy.

Apparently, you have some desire to be accepted by the lesbians, but fear that they will reject you. Eating pot pie has a certain lesbian ring to it as well.

I vote yes for hot lesbo action!

Eve said...

I don't know.

Personally, I find Katie more fuckable...

Ann Curry's hair said...

Oh baby, run your fingers through my hair. Make it tingle like Selson Blue.

I LOVE that tingle.

It makes me HOT!

Erin O'Brien said...

You know, ACH, you bear a striking resemblence to this Klau guy who's been known to hang around EOB naked. Hmmm ...

jungle jane said...

If this had been a proper Lesbian Dream you would have opted for the bolognese, Erin. WITH parmesan.

shees...

PDD said...

Confidential to everyone:

Erin sent me a glorius strap on but noted not to say a word. It was to be kept in strict confidence.

This was going to be my post for today. Thought of it at 5:00 am. But then I thought, I don't want to say anything pertaining to Harvey & Eck until I write the review.

You have converted me, Erin. Your beauty and grace has converted me to carpet muncher. When are you riding up with the Pink? And Pinky, since Erin has converted me, I no longer have use for your big feet. I will leave it up to my husband to entertain you, which he will certainly be obliged to do by the time you two arrive.

PDD said...

glorious.

PDD said...

strap-on (I think)

Stephanie Powers said...

Three thoughts: Nothing delicate about patchouli, not too many feminist lesbians wear lipstick, and Gort was from The Day the Earth Stood Still: "Klatu Baratus Nicto". Yes? No? Lesbians, Gort, steam tables full of broccoli tree spears and carrots. Carrots sliced on the diagonal; salmon colored cores...hmmm. Lesbian dreams are good! Enjoy them while you can!

Elizabeth K. Burton said...

"Klaatu barada nicto"

THE DAY THE EARTH STOOD STILL

Shawn said...

I think I'm jealous. I wonder why I've never had a lesbian dream, I only have the stupid ones where I'm falling. Man! I hate those stupid dreams where it feels like I'm falling!