the dream?
we were sitting, two by two, on brightly colored cushions in some sort of a hippie, "let's talk about that emotion" workshop. i wasn't listening to the speaker, instead i was tring to figure out why i was in this looney bin and how long i had been there. i was slowly waking from the fog that i was in.
That's when i felt the girl behind me, the little asian girl with the bowl- cut hair, pushing on my back with her feet. the pain was terrible and she seemed to enjoy inflicting it on me. i turned around in the middle of the hippie speach and grabbed a fistfull of her shiney, blach hair and held her head as i punched her face- my knuckles cut on her teeth.
suddenly, i was being pulled away from the little asian girl who's smooth porcelain face was now smeared with red- kabuki makeup amuk- and i was satisfied.