I Still Feel as if I'm Dancing

Tuesday, August 30, 2011

27 Jan 2003

I am in this house and in the first room I'm in there is a huge mushroom. From its cap, Big Bird falls and we start to play together. Then Big Bird goes away. Each room is different and my identity changes with each room. The people in the room's change also.
I'm in one room, there is antiques and jewelry from the Titanic. There are only adults and they are dressed nice and dining. One room was a cold winter storm on the water and there is this massive anchor, with this guy selling plants that grow out of shells. He and I talked about how the native people could always tell where the plants were from the way the ice grew.
In another room this is stuff, piled high, so high someone has to help me out. In this room I find an old t-shirt to wear. Another room is filled with chairs, Lazyboys, all covered with stickers. I sit on one and go to sleep. When the people come back, there is a woman who is all surly with me because I wrinkled one of the stickers on the chair, which was weird because everything was punk.
Another room is an oddly shaped bathroom. I can't see anything because there are bubbles everywhere, and steam also. It's very pink and white.
At one point I'm traveling between two rooms and this Asian guy grabs me. I realize he is being chased, so I pretend to be making out with him, until his persecutors take off. In exchange, he covers for me to leave the street way.

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