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Friday, December 16, 2005

CONFESSIONS FROM A MAN CALLED BUBBLES...

Maybe it was from listening to a mix of B52's and Barbra as I read Patti Smith's latest collection of poems, "Auguries of Innocence" --- or maybe it was some residue from that article I read by Rob Zombie in Film Comment magazine. Whatever the cause I had a very troubling dream.

I dreamt I had wild sex with Michael Jackson.

And I liked it. ...In the dream, I mean. I was so disgusted when I woke up. Night terrors. He kept making this odd little sound as we got it on. And, I kept being bothered by the strong scent of peppermint and cotton candy.

He asked me if I could cal him "Bubbles" --- the worst part is I ran my fingers thru his hair and said, "You can call me anything you like, baby"

---- SHUDDER -- NOW BANGING MY HEAD AGAINST NEAREST PIECE OF HARD FURNITURE!

Then I managed to fall back into sleep. I had yet another dream from Hell. I dreamt that I was "there" as Scavullo was taking pix of Babs and Kris for A STAR IS BORN promotion and LP art. I was asked to assist the make-up artist and apply powder to Barbra's chest as Fancisco felt it was too shiny in the lights. I felt small and declined, but was then advised that I had no choice. Barbra would not let the make-up lady anywhere near her breast area. I was so nervous.

I walked up to them. They were both sharing little secrets with each other, but I could Kristofferson stank of Jack Daniels. I then realized that I was only 9 years old as this was the summer of 1976 and my fingers couldn't fit around the powder bowl. It slipped out of my hands. I showered Barbra with powder. She was covered. She let out this primal scream that filled my head --- then I woke up. Luckily, it was time to get up anyway.

I still violated and quite vulnerable...

5 Comments:

Blogger snarl71 said...

I'm afraid.

Very afraid.

7:55 AM  
Blogger matty said...

just be glad you weren't the one having the dreams! Of course, you dream of The Love Boat circa 2005 which is probably more horrific than having sex with Michael Jackson or pissing Barbra Streisand off!

4:06 PM  
Blogger ing said...

Isn't "Bubbles" the name of Mr. Jackson's pet chimp?

Matt, you really do have to stop eating capers before bedtime. I'm making a list of hot authors, which I will reveal over time. Hopefully they will begin to inhabit your dreams.

4:51 PM  
Blogger matty said...

ing -- Oh wow! I honestly forgot that was his chimp's name! Gross! LOL! Yes, I hope to have better dreams soon!!!

5:02 PM  
Blogger Tim said...

What horrible dream!! It's weird what your subconscious does when you're not controlling it, isn't it.

5:06 PM  

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