Back in Gainesville, on vacation now. It was evening. My recent ex and the boys from the dollhouse were partying with a bunch of chicks in short tight dresses. Very Frat style in some huge house in midtown. It was like I wanted to tell him something. I kept trying to get next to him. Getting in the door. Moving past everyone. They were at a table next to the dance floor. He was the only one who looked bored. Who knows why. I finally approached him. Bumped against him with my shoulder, told him I missed him. He shuffled ice from his glass into his mouth while he stared forward and shared the sentiment. But he never looked me in the eye. He was waiting for me to walk away.
I went outside. Saw Brad and Glickman. They were in togas and laughing. They pointed up, noticing all the people on the roof. I decided I would climb up there. It was a tall 4 stories, so I climbed to the roof from the top floor window and as I was getting my grip, the old, rotten wood border started slipping off of the nails. But I got myself up before it fell to the ground.
I think I went in and out of a few windows from the roof. I found some gorgeous, romantic bedrooms, but no one was in them. I decided to go to sleep in one of them. Glickman found me eventually. Maybe it was close to morning.
So, I decided to make my way out of the house. But I hadn’t come in through the door, and I began to get lost. I found a utility stairway and looked down. It was way more than four stories. And I saw a group of people moving down them. I caught up with them. I don’t remember if we discussed anything. At that point, my perspective may have been disembodied. They were not human, but they looked liked people. There was a tall woman, with greenish skin and burnt red hair. As I travelled she got taller, maybe 9 feet. She could communicate with nonliving structures. Once we exited the house, she whipped her hair up and, like a web, it clung to and hugged around the corner of the building. It almost looked like love, but then the structure crumbled and collapsed on itself. That’s when she grew taller. We travelled far to somewhere else, a different realm. And there was a castle that she wanted to enter, and she hugged nearly the entire front with her red webby hair. And instead of crumbled, it opened.