I had a dream about you. I left for the country club you the mountain top knowing that at our reunion one would fall. When golf clubs fence with skis both summer and winter are painted red. In the contact sports of the wealthy the seasons are no longer impersonal forces.

I had a dream about you. You were you but you were manya multitude of mannequins each named Manny. And I was me but I was Dark Jar Tin Zoo and as such I made love to youall of you. Then I woke up alone naked cuddling a mannequin I named after you who smells like you because I spray it with the same fragrance you used to wear. Is that crazy No I didnt think so either.

I had a dream about you. You were Ginger Rogers and you were trying to teach me to dance even though my movements were as stiff as a mannequin. I think you tolerated my abysmal rhythm because I was naked and my body was so sexy it could be used to sell clothes.

I had a dream about you. We went for a rideyou on all fours and me on your back and you didnt like it when I kept calling you donkey face. I was shocked and I said You should be flattered that I think you look like Miley Cyrus.

I had a dream about you. You had no skin or muscle on your face and to try to conceal your bare skull you liberally applied lipstick and makeup. Your birthday was coming up and I knew you were probably sensitive about parties that emphasize the aging process so I decided to box up your gift in a coffin and wrap it with black wrapping paper. I got you the best gift ever tooa hooker who happened to be dead because that enabled me to procure a sizeable discount.

I had a dream about you. I sat at your table of brotherhood and asked why you invited so many strangers. You laughed and passed me the bread bowl. But the guest in-between us took the last roll before it reached me.

I had a dream about you. We were in a canoe and we were paddling across the desert. You said you were thirsty and I pointed to the sand that surrounded us and said No I will not urinate in your mouth. At that point I woke up because I realized I really had to peeand get a drink of water.

I had a dream about you. You had just died and I was debating putting your body into either a coffin or a shoebox. My decision was based solely on spatial concerns so I chose the ashtray because I thought it best to smoke your essence like a cigarette.

I had a dream about you. At first you were a mannequin and I was a fashion designer. Then inexplicably we switched roles and I became the mannequin. But instead of putting clothes on me you laughed at my nakedness and you sold me to the owner of a sex shop.

I had a dream about you. You told me you loved me and then you stabbed me with a spoon. Luckily moments before your attack I assumed the identity of a bowl of Jell-O. Later on in the dream as a half-eaten bowl of Jell-O I launched a successful political campaign got elected and moved to Washington DC.