Frost Apostraphe

I peeled at something at the back of my head. My scalp had been sunburned and was cracking off my head. Dandruff; disgusting. But wait. Dandruff is usually rather small? So something had lodged itself into my cranium, this was the thing I was peeling away. When the thing came away my head bled. The thing was maybe the size of a flattened cola can. And it had been stuck on my head this whole time and I hadn't even noticed?? Bad form. Next order of business- discover what the thing was. It had a bunch of short straws sticking out of it. Aha. It was an organic Lego. Whatever it was meant to stick to, I doubted it was the back of my head.





Perhaps I should look at becoming a woman with an owl on her head. My eyes are big enough, heaven knows.



Also in my dream, I was begging the world for four more days to finish my show, four more four more. Marta had disappeared into the ether and she was in my group. "The loss of Marta has crippled our group and we can't possibly finish on time," I insisted to the President. We went to Marta's apartment because we were beginning to be worried and also we really did need her to finish my show stuff. Inside, her refrigerator had been moved, her electricity was off, and the place was flooded because all her faucets were turning on and off by themselves in 3 second intervals.



The darkness, the redness. There's a waiter in there somewhere.