elizagirl

I was at my sister's funeral. I was wearing a skirt, knee socks, my new Minnie Mouse Maryjanes (I really just got these. So cute.). The funeral was for some reason much like a house party, and I was drunk. We were for some reason having two funerals for Jenn; one "grown up" funeral where my parents were, and then the one I was at--a funeral my friends were throwing for me.

I had this boyfriend I really liked. We had been together for a while, and at the beginning of the dream we were close and affectionate, lying in a hotel room bed together and running our hands all over each other, talking and kissing. I felt secure. He was coming to the funeral with me.

The funeral was being thrown by my old friends Amanda (who in reality is getting married in April--I am going to her shower next weekend) and her cousin/my old best friend, Becky. They are both hardcore partiers.

The funeral, at their house, was set to be carried out in my high school gymnasium. It had a stage, and my sister's body sat on the stage, all alone, on top of a slab, while people carried flowers, food, kegs, giant speakers, past. Everyone was putting on makeup, breaking open glow sticks etc....I started to feel bad that my sister was being ignored. This was just an excuse for a party.

I went upstairs to talk to Amanda, and she was with my boyfriend. He was buttoning his shirt. I became very upset immediately, because I had suspected, had known. I found someone's cell phone lying in the grass, and I picked it up and listened to Amanda and Becky having a conversation. I listened for somethin incriminating, but they were just talking about party details, hair, makeup.

I ran back inside, and confronted my boyfriend, and screamed "YOU MADE OUT WITH HER, DIDN'T YOU?" and he calmly told he had slept with her and they were together now. We were somehow in a poorly lit sloping attic full of musicians with stand up basses, tubas, trombones etc. I started screaming weird things about how I knew he would do this and how could he sleep with my friend at my sister's funeral, and it would never work because she liked big cocks, and all sorts of stuff.

And then I beat the crap out of him. I was so full of rage and heartbreak and sadness. I remember I kept trying to punch him, but frustratingly I couldn't get a good one to land, so I was just doing whatever I could, and then part of his ear came off in my hand and he was all loodied and a gross pulp, and I realized I had hurt him very badly, and I started bawling harder, and throwing up all down my front.

I then went off to find Amanda, and beat the crap out of HER, but when I got downstairs, I had been crying so hard that someone had called my parents (from the other funeral) to come and get me. My mum was wearing her red quilted jacket, and I just started crying and crying. They took me with them, and I was bawling and trying to tell them about Jenn, that we had to bring her, but somehow I understood suddenly that that was taken care of.

I got in the car, and suddenly realized my parents owned a construction company. The guy in the passenger seat worked for the construction company. I didn't wait for my parents, but instead started driving. I was crying so hard I was hiccuping, and kept trying to use the windshield wipers to clear all the rain on the windshield, but then I realized I was actually crying so much it just LOOKED like it was raining.

The guy next to me told me not to worry, that everything would be okay, and that things could be so much worse. I believed him for some reason, and tried to take his hand. He had a strange stump, missing fingers, for a hand, and then said "it really could be worse." He was an ordinary looking guy....stocky, slightly soft in the face, dark eyes, short dark hair. But then he opened his mouth, and it just kept stretching open wider and wider, his head grew, and his jaws were full of, rather than human teeth, this amazingly HUGE and sharp saber-toothed tiger type teeth, enormous and pointed and feral. And I started screaming, but he told me it was okay. He started taking his teeth out of his mouth, and I saw some were normal small human teeth, and some were these truly huge (like....my forearm size) fangs. And he told me, sadly, that he had been born part mastodon* and that he couldn't help it, and that all his life people had been making fun of him, beating him up, ostracizing him. And I felt so bad for him, and asked him what he did about it, how he coped.

And suddenly his jaws had grown so much that they were like a tunnel, an enormous cage, and we were walking through it together, and he was pointing at things. He pointed at a large chunk of missing gum, and told me he had donated that tissuefor burn victims. He pointed at one of the enormous curved fangs, now easily the size of a human child, and I could see it was hollow, and he told me he had donated it for use in bone marrow cancer patients. And he made me feel better, somehow.

But then I remembered my boyfriend had fucked my friend and dumped me at my sister's funeral, and my sister was still dead, and it still hurt. Just not as much.

And then the phone rang, and it was CJ, and I am going for food now.

*yes, I know a mastodon is elephant-like and has tusks. Evidently my dream did not know that.