Dream 10/29/24
I am touring an only video shoot with a reporter. We had dug a bunch of pits to demonstrate the slaughter process. The SPCA shut down a lot of what the director wanted and we ended up using some very artsy interpretation by hiring beautiful dancers to perform ballet underwater with chainsaws while animals float languid and indifferent in the background.
They are since filled with ice water. I demonstrate how dangerous they are by dangling from a tree branch and submerging my leges into the frigid water up to my groin. It is insanely cold. I can see my breath.
The interviewer thanks me and says farewell. As she pulls away, I hear a faint piano playing. I approach to find a beautiful young brunette playing a melancholy tune over and and over. I reach over her right to play 3 keys in the center C, AE; C, AE. It takes me a minute but I remember the rhythm and she smiles at me kindly, recalling with fondness how much fun we had learning the song originally.
We play for a few minutes until we lose timing and break into laughter. She says with her French lilt, 'Pourquoi oui, tu as bien fait de te souvenir de nos leçons.' I smolder and look to her, 'Mais oui! How could I ever forget our time together?'
Her perfect little smile wavers a little and I see her contact waver in the slightest. We kiss. Not a lusty, wet kiss. It is a tender and slow kiss of two old lovers reminded of what they lost to time and circumstance.
I breathe her in and cup my hand to the side of her face. A chill suddenly makes me shudder.
'My god, you are soaked! You will catch your death!' I lover her accent. 'Come, I will give you a ride home.'
I strip off my pants now rigid with the cold and drape them across the lumber rack in her old white ford pickup.
We are driving now down the highway, my frozen jeans flapping in the cold winter as we cruise down an old state highway. She gives me a glance as I sit in my red bikinis, feeling content that the heater works so well on my nearly frozen legs.