Giant Waves

I'm at a camp/work thing in a tropical place. It feels like the Angelika film center where I used to work. My friend Craig is there, handing tickets out. He tells me about a movie with Rob Lowe and some woman who he thinks I look like. I head to my room and look for the movie. Beckett runs in and out and so do old time gangsters. I watch the movie scanning the actors for someone who resembles me. I don't have any pants on. I see a woman on the screen who sort of looks like me. I'm relieved she isn't old and ugly. My husband appears as an old time gangster. and I see that he's got an erection in his black pants. I let him fuck me from behind and feel aroused by myself and his suit. Beckett runs in and we stop. Later I'm in another part of the camp. The rooms overlook the ocean. I pick up a fishing pole that appears to have a fish at the end of it. I pull and see a colorful tropical fish flailing in the water. The water rises and I see that it's a giant wave about to break and fill the building. I see sea turtles and Pelicans on the surface of the water. I warn everyone to step back. The room fills with angry, salty water, but no one seems phased. I sense the waves will get bigger so I run upstairs and grab my coat and my bag. I want to be prepared in case a tsunami hits. From the stairs I see the ocean up against windows as though the building is a submarine. I open the door and climb higher, knowing I'm only going to be safe for a little longer. 

Summer Camp

I am at a summer camp with a few kids I used to know. We are all grown up and looking for a place to sleep in an outdoor cabin. There is a lot of activity surrounding me: people eating chicken wings, smoking weed, laughing and talking. I look for my spot to sleep. It's an orange fold down couch with a wool blanket. I lie down and fall asleep. I wake up in the morning with someone's arms wrapped around me. He's super skinny, and I'm feeling a blend of being violated and also ok with the forced comfort. I watch him get up. His chest is pale and speckled with freckles. He's a kid I used to go to school with in Colorado. Keith Long. I wake up and wonder where he is in life. I wonder if he's still around. I remember him that one day in summer camp when Bethany made him cry. He was really upset. I hadn't seen a boy cry like that before. He was 10 and to me it was like seeing a grown man cry.