Just before waking the other morning, I dreamt I was in a club, it was someone’s birthday party, and I think it coincided with my own. Selena and Pol were the MC’s, so it had the feeling, revelry, and crowd of a Hive party, and people were coming on stage to read poems to the birthday person. I had a poem in my pocket and was looking forward to being called onstage. Something happened, and that didn’t actually take place … I went to the bathroom, and the stalls were divided so that one faced the other. There was a tall blonde girl in the stall in front of me … the wall that usually divided the space was missing, but I still peed nonchalantly. Then the girl punches me in the forehead, but in such a way that the effect was nothing more than a loud smack, and I was like, “What the fuck you do that for?” She then got really aggressive, and I caught her hands, and she began pushing me back. So here we are tussling and she basically saying that I was going to go on a date with her …. it wasn’t a sexual assault as much as it was a ‘dating’ assault. I’m like, sure, but calm down and can’t we talk about this without you trying to rip my hair out? Our fingers continually intertwining and mixing, hands squeezing, as I try to control her arms which want to grab me … and all the while I’m thinking, couldn’t we stop for a minute to wash our hands? I woke up thinking that my dreams are too fucked lately to write down.