Bobbles

I'm dating the new boyfriend from Girls. He's very wrapped up in me and listens to everything I say, wide eyed. We stroll around, hand in hand. We fall in love. Later we are in an auditorium with several kids from high school. They begin telling my boyfriend about all the things I used to do as a kid, how goofy I was and how I used to laugh so hard I'd pee my pants. I hear him laughing and saying bad things about me too. I walk into the auditorium crying. He doesn't move. I tell him I'll bring him his stuff from my place, I'll mail it, he nods his head. Later I'm in Brooklyn under the J train. He approaches me and tries to hold my hand. He says he's sorry and I don't want to forgive him, but I do in a way. We hang out with a trio of British Comedians who flap and chortle in the breeze like paper dolls.  

Crawdaddies in the toilet

I'm at my childhood friend's house and there are 4 families staying there. I open the toilet seat and notice bugs and large crawdaddies spilling over the edge with dirty toilet water.  

A friend tells me he sings my songs all the time. Like a movie I see him doing this in pieces. In front of a campfire, in Times Square, at the beach. But they're not my songs. 

I'm in Fraser in my pink bedroom from when I was ten. The second boyfriend of Hanna's from girls is with me. We are in our 20's and looking at my baby pictures in old albums. I start to kiss him and he gets an erection. He asks me to finger his ass. I do this. I'm getting aroused. I notice his asshole is large and wonder what he puts inside it. My father walks into the room. We stop immediately. He pretends he didn't see anything at all and I'm glad he doesn't mention it. 

The Place of Feeling (With The Cast from Girls)

I'm in place that has appeared once or twice before in my dreams. The setting is hard to describe in a visual way. It a place of feeling, feelings of routine and exploration, fear and wonder. I do notice the blue sky and the shell of the building I'm in. It's like a theatre set almost. There are multiple rooms built into a larger space. The cast from Girls weaves in and out. Adam is a prominent figure and I am his girlfriend, not Hanna, but the new one who has recently broken up with him. I make arrangements to go to the studio to shoot the next day, thinking it will only take an hour. Supposedly I am on Coney Island and the Studio is on Staten Island. Everyone assures be there won't be traffic and that I'll surely get there in 30 minutes. That night I'm feeling rushed. There are too many things to accomplish and I don't don't what to tackle first. Adam, who is now a cross-between my husband and Adam and my ex-boyfriend, takes out his penis. It's large and erect and I remove it from him like it's supposed to be removed. Like it's held on with velcro. I masturbate with the penis while my cross-over mate watches me with subtle interest. I suggest he put the penis back on so we can do it together. He seems rushed, but agrees so we do it for a minute until we are interrupted by a few more of the characters from Girls. They are all needy and remind me of my toddler. I get up, look at the clock and realize it's way later than I thought. I have to be at work in 20 minutes. I rush to shower and put my clothes on. I tell myself to put makeup on in the car. Earrings too. I drive and get lost in a sea of traffic. I don't have the studio's phone number. I finally arrive to a neon bowling alley, which is also the studio. I roam through alleys looking for the camera crew. A Native American woman approaches me. "you're too late." She says, despite my apologies and declarations of traffic. "You have one more chance." She says. "The next time you are late, you are fired." I feel panicked, knowing that I'll surely be late again.