Last night, three dreams of note:
1. I was on an island. The hotel loomed above, white and stately over the private cove. It was early morning but the heat was oppressive. From the beach, I could see men in linen shirts push umbrellas around the veranda, hand mimosas to women in striped one piece suits and large straw hats. I waved at a man leaning against the wooden railing, taller than me with a faded t-shirt, board shorts, and RayBans. He was barefoot, smiling, unshaven. It appeared he’d just woken. He waved back, pointed into the ocean. I turned and ran, legs slowed by the sand and water so that my run became a skip, and dove under the waves that broke behind me. I turned again to shore, floating on my back, and the man leaned forward to watch me swim. I closed my eyes from the enormous, empty sky.
2. I was asked to join a dating game show to fill in for an absent girl. I was brought into a large room and seated at a long table with other women, all in their twenties. I was told that the gentleman of choice, a man in a gray suit in his late thirties, was the basis for 50 Shades of Gray. A young woman explained this in hushed, excited tones. I dry heaved. Later, we were asked to draw a pair of shoes on a white piece of paper. The winner was to receive a date with the suitor. I scribbled a pair of ankle boots to pass the time, before realizing I was seated next to Cindy Sherman. She was a friend of the man, there to offer her opinion on the women, but she confessed she’d always had a crush on him and hoped the show would reveal her wants. I told her to fuck that noise as she was Cindy Fucking Sherman, and no Cindy Fucking Sherman stood around waiting for a douche suit to take notice. She asked me if I was single, and sidled up to me.
3. I was standing in the rain with a bearded gentleman in an empty parking lot at night. The neon lights from a local shop were diffuse in the low slung fog. We were quiet and drenched. He asked me where I wanted to go, and I suggested a shower and dry clothes. We got in his car but stayed awhile to listen to the rain on the roof and the sound of our inhales and exhales, quickening as the night deepened.