I'm looking at my old, clear vinyl raincoat from the early 80s. It's covered with small pictures of family members. I comment on how dorky they looked back then. I am amazed at how well preserved my mom kept it. It has some black plastic buckles on the shoulders. There's a bit of hot pink. This is in a public phone booth, which is then a public shower stall behind plexiglass. There are girls complaining that I'm taking too much time (they are all very dark skinned little girls). I finally finish and leave - the area is now a public pool littered with trash. There's an attractive light skinned black woman wearing a tight bikini sunning herself. It's an underground parking garage.

I go into the bar, but it's a concert. I recognize the players - Adam F. he looks nervous. He calls his instrument a Klein Jar, but it's not a klein jar. It's an old style squared spirits bottle - with a heavy and wide cut glass stopper. It's all made from a vivid blue crystal. Adam holds the bottle around the thickest part and rubs it with his thumbs. The stopper floats just above the hole and slowly rotates. There's purple light inside the bottle. It emits a steady, pulsing tone. There's a voiceover (reminiscent of an old Coil track). Adam R (or John W..they're merged) are leading the group. The scene switches to me watching an old video tape of the band. I see Adam R.'s profile and tufts of his hair. I realize that I saw them play live 18 years prior, and I'm watching a grainy video of the performance.

I go outside. John wants to talk to me about he and Kori seeing a Proctor. I tell him that a Proctor is like a parole officer - they just want to check up on things. My mom walks by wearing a silk dress. It's all like a big party. I try to tell my mother about the band that I saw 18 years ago. I told her that I saw them in Delray. She's arguing with me - says I wasn't there. I'm under an expressway.

I go to sit next to (an alternate Mike - long, scraggly blonde hair). He's eating? indian condiments. He sprinkles a bit in my mouth and I tell him that it's 80% msg. He hands me the packages to read, but the ingredients list are in transliterated hindi and they make no sense. An alternate Ian is there. He's coming in from the shower - wearing a towel. Mike and I are sitting on a plaid tweed couch in a little nook. Ian is drying himself, and his genitals are right in my face, but they're strange female genitals that slowly shift color. I'm hypnotized by his insectoid vagina.

His vagina is pulsing, and is starting to churn out ground beef, but never spilling out, just reprocessing. Two fist size holes open on his buttocks, and he inserts his hands - they are feeding the grinder, but he has 4 arms, so it's ok. He adds a lot of hers (smelled like cilantro and basil) and the whole concoction turns a bright green. I start laughing LOUD and uncontrollably, and I'm trying to get Mike to see - he's laughing, but won't look because he's afraid it will make him gay. I am extremely disgusted and aroused at the scene before me.

I hear a loud "HEY!" and turn right to see Stephen Colbert's head attached to a long red arm. He's telling us to keep it down. I'm amazed at how pissed he is, but I can't stop laughing.

*wake*