Blowjobs and Fairies

I'm in a garden. It's brimming with pink and white roses. Ivy clings to the side of a white brick house. I see a pink and yellow clad fairy in a large bay window facing the garden.  I can't tell if the fairy is a boy or girl. A naked man sits on a piano bench. The fairy begins to give the man a blowjob. The lights inside the window brighten as though there is a film crew there shooting their actions for the rest of the world to see. I'm intrigued by the fairy, and the blowjob, but I'm not at all aroused. I wander into the garden. Flowers are everywhere. I think it's too early for spring to be here. But it is. 

Moon Zappa and the Balcony

I'm hanging out with Moon Zappa in a city that seems like a combination of NY and Hilo, Hawaii. It's windy and rainy, but warm, and we are standing on a balcony overlooking plants and traffic below and other balconies across from us. Laundry is drying on a rack and a bicycle is propped up on a wall. It's my bicycle. Cherry wood colored and dutch inspired in design. I wonder why it's here. A tall, strange man appears with my boss. They are drinking cocktails and seem slightly drunk. I think Moon Zappa disappears at this point. Or maybe I become her. We migrate inside. My boss shows me all of these relics she's found in Sweden. The man just nods and laughs. I notice all the plants in the room and the warm gray colors of the walls. I'm eager to see more. 

Older

A stranger asks me how old I am. I look at my hands to remember. You are much older than me, the stranger says. She gets close to my face and walks around and around me as though she's looking at a sculpture. I watch my face age in a mirror. My eyes sink into their sockets. The stranger laughs. None of this ruffles me. I put on a red scarf and ask the stranger to make me a cup of tea. 

White Spider

I'm in a forest with Beckett. She's holding a white spider in her hand. "Look mom," she says. "I found a spider." I kneel down by her to take a closer look. The spider is gigantic, almost the size of a NYC rat. It bites her hand. She throws the spider down. I grab her hand to observe the bite. There are two human teeth marks imbedded into the palm of her hand. I wonder if she's been poisoned. I scoop her up and run.