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.  

A giant wave

My friend and I are at the coast. It's been a year since seeing him and he's still the same, quiet and a little anxious about life. Waves come crashing into the town. There is talk about a lack of water, how people aren't going to have water in just a few days. We sprint from a giant wave that almost eats us.  

I don't want to see your boner

A man who is also a woman, or a woman who is also a man accompanies me to a photo shoot. He/she hands me a plate of salad then stands next to me. He/she points out his/her boner under black leggings. I'm open to the boner, but lose my appetite. He/she follows me around the photo studio and continues to show me her/his boner. I don't want to see it. I tell her/him to go away. He/she stabs me in the arm with a plastic fork. 

That's All Don

There are a few things happening. I'm in Fraser, it's summer and I'm driving on a back road behind the tubing hill. I see a Facebook friend wandering down the street alone. It's dusty and warm and dust is in his hair and face. He walks with his head down. He's troubled and sad, and I want to help, but I think he's dangerous so I keep driving.  

A few friends and I (though I can't recall who they are) are eating lunch ontop of a mountain. It's pleasant outside and the air is fresh. My former boss, one of the more abusive ones, is mentioned by my friends. They are also here to see her. Supposedly she's adopted three babies. I'm appalled by this news and question how an adoption agency could have given this woman babies. We eat a fine meal. And then a few minutes later another meal arrives. I tell my friends that I'm not hungry and that we literally just ate 5 minutes ago. They dig into their rice and bean cakes and I leave the table. I knock on my former bosses door. Her assistant answers, a beautiful Brazilian woman. There is a giant aquarium in the room holding a narwhal. They are doing some kind of experiment. I don't ask what it is. My former boss's arms are large and misshapen. "That's all done." She says to me. I don't know what she's talking about, but I assume it means she's fixed something. I leave and see a coworker sitting in the window by a few hanging plants. She's supposed to be at home, not here, and I think to myself this woman doesn't like being at home.