a bunch of us at a gathering with long tables. she told me how she felt. she told her friends to bring him home; she wasn’t with him anymore– i was embarrassed. we walked around and talked. afterwards we retired to bed and she told me it was worth it.
in an octagonal room walled with bookshelves, with the sparse amount of books situated on the top shelves. i tried fitting other books in on the lower shelves alternating them with empty wine bottles. the rooms and hallways were bathed in a soft custard glow. i couldn’t finish organizing.
i meandered into another room and watched nick clean a small coffee table. he wore a red glove on his right hand while he dusted he with his left and a small cloth; at point he switched to his gloves home with the cloth still in his right and i noticed how picked up more dirt with care and detail.
moving off into the final room i laid down on an awkward couch in an equally awkward position with my legs elevated in an upward position. she seemed softer, more attentive and younger, and explained how she still wanted to be there despite there being no future. she wore a grey tank top and blue sweatpants. she sat across my legs and further explained of wanting to show what was possible but only wanting to give a small taste. she used a calculator and subtracted. it equaled out in a bathroom.
some guy talking about laura. things she’s been up to, people she’s met, what she’s up to. notices how after awhile, she’ll bring me up often. nick turns and looks at me, physically saying “see?”
several buildings are being demoed. airplanes fly over ahead, and one by one the buildings collapse. a nearby building has collateral damage, contained lots of art.
several kids are playing in a swamp land close by. kids pretending to shoot, other kids hiding. one kid asks another why they smell like cats. the kid replies, “because of my cat!”
people in the art building art heard being upset and talking about insurance. water in the swamp land slowly rises.
run into room of old victorian style house, hold the arm of attractive female in tow. we stumble unto the couch, while her father (ethan hawke?) and grandfather (stellan skarsgard?) were trying to explain my wormhole powers? they are pinning important locations on a map while discussing different variables involved, while coming to the conclusion that it is possible. grandfather and father leave the room, and thoughts of wormholes and powers drift away as those left straddle and become one with ideas of passion and desire.
Driving around on a motorcycle, back and forth on a stretch of unused highway. End up in a gravel parking lot and meet my friend Jason, who is a motorcycle enthusiast. We catch up, talk about old times and enter a building. The inside looks like our old office firm.
Inside I am in charge of giving out surveys. The process involves answering a few questions, drinking a glass of flavored water, spitting the water back into a cup which is collected. The people who took the test were as follows: Unknown Male (possible Jason, but not sure), Unknown Female, Naomi Watts and Viggo Mortensen. First two surveyors were complaint, Viggo was suspect but didn’t want much trouble and didn’t see much harm after I reassured everyone that the information would not go beyond the firm that had hired me, but Naomi was very defiant and annoyed that I had brought her here, as a friend, to do a survey, which seemed shady.
The questions on the survey were in regards to an experience involving a piece of land.
Viggo ate a baked fish, and we all laughed.
brad, jeff and i are doing something. a knock on the backdoor– we check it out and people want to break in, a male and female. we tell them that if they get in brad will bring out his guns. they do manage to get in, so brad brings out this big old school musket, and they relent and retreat. jeff hands me some duct tape, says “duct tape”, then leaves the room with brad. i try to seal the door again, but the robber couple return, manage to break in after some time and take me hostage.
at some point i flashback into an earlier “memory” of the couple; we are walking a large area and everyone seems to recognize the couple and wants the female to sing. she begins, and the whole area turns into some kind of modern type newsies musical. the female and i consummate.
i looked at them from across the room. there was a softness, a wanting. they led me to what we both desired. through the anxiety, the nervousness, the shyness we touched.
we slept and they smiled. may be. they snuggled against my chest. they sounded happy. when we separated, an X.
i’m in a big terminal. i’m waiting for the shuttle train to the final part of the airport/train. i see the second twin in the distance.
the shuttle train arrives but there are huge lines to get on. i’m carrying my usual luggage, and barely get on, but it’s on the last car, which is smaller than the rest and has a different layout. strangely enough, there aren’t many people on this car.
the train arrives at the new terminal. i walk around for awhile. i see the second twin again. i’m drawn in, and decide to loop around to get a closer look. as i walk by, i realize it’s definitely her. our eyes lock, i smile, but continue to walk. i turn the corner and put my baggage down.
a little while later she comes by and sits down beside me. we start talking about the old times. at one point she starts crying, and i tell her it’s okay. christy hugs me and cries some more. no one else notices.
a few days later, i get a text that says “thank you”. i call her, she’s at work, she thanks me again and i thank her. we talk, and i smile.
driving along country road, where people are talking about bridge jumping. my unknown companion keeps reassuring people that he’ll jump. we get to a bridge and there’s a huge water vortex underneath it. we al agree that this is fucking crazy.
i get to ryans’ run, alex drives up in my car. he asks where the hell i’ve been because he’s been calling me. everyone has been calling me he says. i apologize and check my phone and jump in the car, ready to go. dad comes out and gets all pissed at us and says we can’t drive the car. he says something like “why should i get three cars if you guys just do anything?” i leave the car and go inside, not sure what’s going on.
dad isn’t home, i look around neighbourhood. i find him across the street. i’m asking if something is wrong, he resists but i tell him “c’mon, i want to know, i want to help”. he apologizes for not saying anything and for telling us not to use the car, he says somethings wrong with it and it’s his fault; he installed something wrong. i ask him where alex is and he tells me that alex is down the road.
i meet up with alex and he ain’t even mad, we’re just like what the fuck is going on.
i dreamt of her.
it was the usual courtship, with some surprising teasing. i couldn’t believe it, it was happening. it was that long lasting moment where nothing could go wrong.