lastnite: a dream journal

I'm a half-lesbian

I was in a hotel room changing my clothes.

Mom and I were in a mall and we asked when the bar opened, not to drink, but just to sit down.

I had a terrible fight with this girl. We were in high school, in the wing with the pool, and each student had his/her own lane in which to swim and sleep. She slapped me, and I told her "I'm a half-lesbian," and I kissed her very violently, not out of passion, but to hurt her. "Of course, I could just be acting. You know I feel absolutely nothing for you." Then she fell out of a window, and I wondered if people would blame it on me.

I was driving north down Rock, and all these tuxedo-wearing teenagers ran across Rock from Olive Garden to Atomic Burrito to have a fight. I was in a car with Carol H. and Carolyn K.; beside us was a red convertible filled with at least eleven girls. There were three in the trunk, four in the back seat, and four in the front, give or take a few. Barb walked by the fence, and I could hear her mom saying, "She's enjoying being in control of her men."