thedarksiren2 | Dream #___, male -- How bent is my dry noodle?

I got out of the car and stepped onto the street where the Duck Island Club is located, only I wasn't going to Duck Island, nor was it my car; it was

wraptboy's car, and there was an impression of him and another person having driven the car, or maybe they walked with me - either way, they (I am not at all sure who the other person was, as he/ she was more of a shadow-memoir than a real person) were not going with me to

bladernr's place until they knew everything was cool and going to be a good time. Of course, then I realized that I wasn't yet on the same street as I initially thought, and walked across the grass between the landing-street and Duck St. (it wasn't called that, but I figure it's a fun reference at this point.~8)

Crossing Duck St. I heard a howl, and a wolf ran by. An instinct inside me now, as I write this, says it was a coyote that ran at first, but everything else was wolves later, so I am going to say that it may have been a high-breed of the two. Either way, the dog ran behind me, quickly, scaring me enough to make me walk a bit faster to

bladernr's pad.

Now, his place was exactly where the Duck Island Club is located IRL, only it wasn't the same building at all. In fact, I had the distinct feeling and recognition of Todd's old place on Starkweather, down to opening the door and seeing the old stairwell I had to walk up to get to his apartment. But as I closed turned to close the door, a slow movement with a gentle click! near the bottom, the strange silence which had penetrated a greater portion of this dreamscape until this point (except the occasional howling...it just happened here and there) turned into party-life noise, the sound of people having a far better time than the rest of the world. I turned my gaze from the foot of the door and lifted my head to the right, slightly behind me;

bladernr 's party was in full-swing, and everyone was there, including the obscene number of people who might've been characters in Boys Don't Cry or Gummo. It bothered me a bit, but I let it slide and walked over to

bladernr to say hello.

He welcomed me most graciously, as he does at most parties he throws. He then asked me where

wraptboy was, and I told him that he wanted to make sure the party was still going on, seeing as it didn't look like much from the outside.

bladernr reassured me it was happening, and urged me to get my friend over.

There were two girls in this dream who stuck out very prominently, both of whom could have been the older, much heavier (like, about 2-300 lbs so)versions of the younger girls on Gummo, although neither of them were Chloe Sevigney, or that would have been very funny to see. I remember wondering why

bladernr had invited these people, and momentarily felt like I was standing amidst an old trailer-park trash kinda atmosphere, but then I remembered who I was partying with,

bladernr, and I saw

sharpshinyclaws somewhere in the mix, although I never actually *saw* her; again, impressionism, dream-form.

I walked out, opening a screen-door this time - the other door seemed to have vanished. I heard growling from my right, and turned to see a male wolf sitting on the neighbor's front porch, snarling and showing his teeth at me. I didn't understand why he was so angry, but I kept walking, down the stairs (four or five?) and went through the small front yard onto Duck St. where I found

milky_ standing with some girl, might have been

butterpecan (not certain on this -- standing theme: impressionism. HA!) , beside an old Scamp, maybe a 1973, the same year as the one I drove in high school. The driver, however, kinda blew me away, particularly with his attitude. It was Ton Loc, yes, the very same one from the early '90's who sang that song, "Funky Cold Madina." I walked over to the car, concerned because there had been a number of cops floating about, although I never saw one of them. They were active, however, and the wolves were getting more and more restless, and the howling became more active and filled the air more often.

I asked Ton Loc to park his car. He told me, "You need to chill, bitch. I'll park whenever I damn well fee' like it." His eyes were droopy, reminding me of Martin Lawrence for a moment; I was aggravated, however, and although

milky_ laughed off his friend's interactions with me, I did not think it was cool or funny. There were drugs in that house, lots of overindulgent behavior, which was part of the thrill of such an event, and also good reason for it to get busted.

I walked across the grass, pissed-off to high-hell, ranting to Ton Loc how it was his ass that would be "melted" if anything went awry.

Minutes move like instants, and soon I was back with

wraptboy and his dark cohort (still no idea who it was) and we were crossing Duck St. to

bladernr's place. Everyone was outside talking, music blaring through the windows, bloodhounds walking about with their droopy eyes and ears, "Whooo-whoo!"ing, weaving through the crowd.

When I walked up,

bladernr assured me that I should not worry, although he thanked me for my concern with people keeping things low-profile. I nodded, and we all went inside to begin the annual pot-smoking event, moving like a large thread of mist into the house, and disappearing inside.

Instantly, I was sitting on the floor beside a couch. My perspective was very distorted, and all I saw were the legs of a woman sitting on the couch to my left, nice legs at that, and the two Gummo girls dancing in front of us. They were wearing stone-washed jean skirts and those pumps that all girls in high school thought made them women, even if they were just cheap Payless or K-mart specials and incredibly unattractive.

I was so intoxicated, zoning out and confused; the Gummo girls had bowls of potato chips in their hands, and were throwing them on the floor everywhere. I heard

bladernr laughing somewhere, but was fixated on the chips all over his floor. I thought it was so fucked up, and my brain wasn't in much of a state to comprehend why they were doing this. One of them spoke to me, called me "honey," and comforted me (?) by telling me it was another annual-event; mash-the-chips-into-the-carpet.

Now, I don't mind saying here that I thought it was total bull-pucky, but as I sat there at their feet, their ugly pumps dancing about on top of the chips and grinding them down, the food began disappearing into the floor. Then a large pig came trotting into the room, and I thought it all mae sense.

"So the food doesn't really disappear, it just gets super-small and he gobbles it up?" I asked. The girls were appalled, and danced harder, telling me it did disappear, he was just there to make sure they were doing a good job. I said something about swine and bovine, and their feet moved more quickly,

milky_ cackled from another room with

bladernr and

connectionism giggled from another distant room. I was insanely amused by their butt-dancing (that's what it was...I do this jokingly IRL, but have not seen anyone else do this specific dance except for my baby sister, and that's been years), and laughed until I cried. The "Whoo-whoo"ing dogs kept on howling and drooling between the guests when we all heard a very loud howl from outside.

bladernr ran to his door, carrying a very large rifle and wearing a wife-beater. He said, "What the fuck?" and we all came to the door to find there were cops on either side of the street, blocking it off. Their lights spun annoyingly, illuminating the hundred or so wolves outside, all male and snarling, ready to defend their territory, angry at us and at one another. Some bit at each other's necks, and some barked, others howled.

"Fuck them, man. Fuck them if they're gonna get my bitch. They got my last one and destroyed her. Fuck them! She's my special girl!"

bladernr went charging out the door, and we all followed as if we were going to war, the Gummo girls, Todd,

milky_, the pig and "Whoo-whoo" dogs, along with a few hundred various dogs, a viable army if ever there was one.

It then became painfully clear that we were protecting a sleeping female wolf, apparently rare and very much in heat. The pig sniffed about on the grass outside, still searching for potato chips.