lilitu23

I woke up in the middle of the night, feeling sexually aroused, got out of bed and made my way to the kitchen on the way to the bathroom, turned on the kitchen light switch. The ceiling light seemed to be weirdly dim as if the bulbs had been switched. I walked to the bathroom and fumbled for the light switch and flicked it, but the light bulb was flickering and wouldn't illuminate properly. Then I saw a weird sight. Right at eye level, above the wall switch with the little night light, was a glowing head, sort of phosphorescent, covered with beads of perspiration and looking rather benign and contented. It was the head of a living young woman, strikingly beautiful. I approached the head and recognized her as a young lady I knew from my past. What a dollface! A head like a sugarplum with the face of a frosted cupcake, little dimples and bright big eyes, short messy blond hair, full plump red lips, little pixie nose. She started talking to me, trying to explain something about why the light wasn't working. I interrupted her to seal my lips against hers in a big wet kiss. Her tongue went deep into my mouth and her face lit up as her eyes closed passionately. She fully surrendered to the kiss, but tried to return to her speech when I removed my lips, saying that she was trying to tell me something and would I please let her finish. I guess I didn't get the gist of what she was trying to say, but I looked at her head and tried to analyze the situation, without fear or disgust. Her head appeared to be protruding out of the accordion-style bathroom door, as though her body was encased in a narrow fold of the door. Like her head was that of a genie poking up out of a magic bottle. In fact she did have the girlish, nymphlike head of a genie, but rather wraithlike also in the way her face glowed with a strange pulsating light. I kissed her again, even more passionately than the first time. And then I tried to remember who this young woman was, and where I knew her from. It turned out that I must have been dreaming all of this, because the next thing I remember I was sitting up with my legs off the edge of the bed, looking at the red numerals on the clock radio on my bedside table. It was just past 3:00 am (3:03 or 3:04, I think).

Then I eventually went back to sleep and had some more dreams. In one of them I was performing in a duo concert with Beth Custer (she was once my clarinet teacher), both of us playing woodwinds, while we had a drummer join us at some points. It was in a small gallery. I don't think Beth was very happy with my performance (I played sopranino sax mostly). Near the end of the set Beth had a live artillery shell, a very long bullet, that she had wrapped in black cloth and was handling very carefully as she sat on a chair, placing the bundle down between her legs at where her knees met, under her lap between her legs and the seat of the chair. At the end of the performance, a guy who was the host of the gallery came and got the dangerous ammunition from Beth and threw it through the doorway into an adjoining room. It exploded with a bang and some chunks of white chalk or plaster flying.

I want to know who the pretty girl head I saw in my bathroom was. I want to find out what it was that she was trying to tell me about what she was doing there and why the light wasn't working right. I want to go back there and make love with her...



She looked a little bit like the blond woman in this image (but younger), taken from the film Sweet Movie (1974), directed by Dusan Makavejev. The name of the actress is Anna Prucnal, and she plays a sort of Lilith-like character, a witch who lives on a boat, abducting, seducing and murdering young boys. In the scene depicted in this still, she is about to murder the sailor from the Potemkin after she has finished having sex with him, and he is laying in her bed of white sugar.