The day I got blisters from walking four blocks in high heels
I keep having the strangest dreams. Well, they’re usually (always) pretty bizarre and vivid but the other night I dreamt that I was in the 30′s. Not in my 30′s but in the actual decade of the 1930′s. I was in a pleated brown skirt and wore a brown beret to match. I don’t know if that is consistent with the style of the time as I don’t know much about fashion but .. I guess anything goes in the subconscious. There was more to it than that but unfortunately I forgot all about it.
The next night I dreamt that I was holding my hands close to my chest because they were all ugly and scarred. And I had this huge cut on the side of my thumb (which I actually do have in reality) which I was clenching tightly with my other fingers. Then someone appeared and offered to look at it but I kept refusing, embarrassed of my ugly hands. But he kept insisting and reached out to hold mine and slowly I unclenched them and let him rub my wound. “What happened ?” he asked in a sad tone as he softly stroked my thumb. And then I woke up. Hmm..
Anyway, here’s a (crappy) video I made awhile ago. Yes I said “fuck” TWICE. But it’s fuck in inverted commas as goes the song ..