Dream in which I am hanging with the members of the Flaming Lips. Only the lead singer looks more like Tom Green, and there's a chick in the band.
What the mind can't remember properly it just invents. Or just throws up its hands in flat refusal...
...like this: when I was twelve, before I'd ever seen the female body in its splendid entirety, I had a dream featuring a naked woman who danced for me. Instead of guessing at the parts I'd never seen before, my mind attached actual black velvet censor bars to her chest and hips. They somehow rotated on the surface of her body as she twisted and turned, so as to always obscure my view.
Posted by Alan at May 3, 2005 02:54 PM