Dreaming Of Parker
I am eating a bowl of Lucky Charms at my kitchen table. The dining room is flooded with sunlight and Blue Velvet is playing on the TV in the living room. I blink and Blue Velvet is happening in the living room. Ben is singing “In Dreams” to Frank and Parker Posey is dressed as Dorothy. She dances into the dining room and runs her fingers through my hair. I blink. Parker is shoving a note into my mouth. I blink. Parker and I are having a snowball fight but the snowballs are pink and taste like strawberries. I blink and Parker has me pinned down on my bed. She leans over me, I can feel her nipples scraping my chest as she starts licking my eyeballs. I blink and I am staring up at Parker’s throat and the bottom of her chin. She is saying something I can’t understand. It sounds like she’s talking underwater. A large spoon comes at me and I close my eyes. I open them and Parker Posey and I are eating cereal, but she has no eyes. Her sockets are stuffed with marshmallow shapes. I look down and the bowl is full of floating eyeballs. I look back up and she smiles. I eat a spoonful. I ask, “wait, who do all these eyes belong to?” She smiles.
Parker Posey is chasing me again around a carnival with a disposable razor yelling “robble, robble.” I`m wearing boxers and a pig mask. The dream always ends the same, with me trapped in one of those plastic ball pits and her standing at the edge taking hits off a helium tank while singing the theme song from The Monkees.
Parker Posey and I are on a bridge throwing oatmeal cookies at the cars passing underneath. She is laughing hysterically. She is beautiful. She jumps off the bridge and turns into the creature on the wing of the plane in Twilight Zone The Movie. She lands on a car and peels back the roof and starts eating the face of the driver. I`m the driver. Parker Posey is eating my face.
Parker Posey works at a pool supply company. We chase each other around the store while wearing inflatable Flintstone “Dino” pool chairs. Later she looks down my shirt and asks me if we can play with shavers.
Parker Posey is a snake woman living in the basement of my Mom’s house, like the one from Dreamscape. She sways and flicks her tongue seductively and I lean in to kiss her. She eats me. Going down her throat is like a ride at Six Flags. I land on an orange recliner and Parker is laying on a couch watching The Exorcist. We both laugh our asses off when Reagan vomits all over father Karras.