Dream (say the # of your choice)
<p>If someone is keeping score, I don’t care.</p>
<p>We have assembled here</p>
<p>around a body of water with one dead woman somewhere in that water. There are labels, ‘The Dead Woman’, every few water inches</p>
<p>that obscure more than they reveal</p>
<p>as I disappear when I leap in. Bunches of young people leap in with me. As I hit the surface, the pond turns into a slick wood floor. The dead woman labels become plastic figures, male and female, but now they are dinosaurs and people, mammals and insects, symbols and chunks, but still quite dead. I sort them through, one at a time, analytically. They stay dead plastic.</p>
<p>The guy who will win by finding the non-plastic dead woman has already been chosen. I don’t care, I keep looking through all the plastic things strewn around the slick floor until I have seen them all.</p>
<p>I don’t care, I find I can slide across the floor fast, using my legs and arms to propel me — upside and downside, forwards and backwards. That is super fun! Meanwhile, the appointed guy has found the dead woman. I never see her. No one else does either. I think she is probably a figment of everyone’s imagination.</p>
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