Mezzanine

2/10/09

Steam Makeup

I must be at the mall but it feels like a more intimate setting. I'm watching a woman put makeup on a girl, but it's no ordinary makeup. In order to "seal" this makeup, she's got to use a hand held steamer to the girl's face. I watch her smear some liquid makeup on this girl's nose and then steam it so it stays. When she moves the steamer away, the girl's nose is a shade or two darker than the rest of her face.

I must be really interested in what's going on, so I walk up and have a conversation with the woman who's applying the makeup. She looks like she's airbrushed... sort of. I tell her that I really only use makeup to cover up blemishes and that I have roseacea. She shows me where she has covered up her own blemishes and it looks decent enough. She offers to do a demonstration on me.

I sit in this chair that is really poofy and it's hard for the woman to reach me. So I sit up on my knees and lean forward. She puts the liquid makeup on the left side of my nose and puts the steamer up to it. I can feel the makeup getting hard. I touch my face when she's done and it feels like plastic! I look in the mirror and it's kind of shiny and obviously something's different about that part of my face. I'm pissed. She brings me over to a table and on it are plastic discs in a box. She said these are samples of textures that the makeup can turn out like. I think it was still in the experimental stages. I remember seeing four other girls waiting their turn and they were all looking at new tennis shoes they had just bought.

The Bum in the Bathroom

I believe I had just left the makeup extravaganza and I had to go to the bathroom. I'm walking down the street now looking for a fast food place or a gas station to go to. I find a "community center" and dip in. I find the bathroom and go in. It looks pretty nasty, but I have to go. I go into a stall and pull my pants down. To my left is a cut out area from the wall separating me from the next stall. There's a homeless man in there asking me if I'll give him a hand job!!!! I was shocked and told him absolutely not and that he's in the girls' bathroom anyway, what is he doing there??

I am pissed because I can't go to the bathroom and pull my pants up and leave. I go to the boys' bathroom. The door is closing, and it's not a swinging door like on most public bathrooms, it's got a doorknob on it. I turn the knob and a guy asks me if I'm coming in or not... he has no clothes on. I figure I don't care what's going on in there, I have to pee. So I go in and find a stall, and this bathroom is so much nicer than the girls' room. There are tons of guys in there. I think I threw off the plan, though, because from under my stall I can see the guy putting his pants back on. THEN when I look up, my door is open and everyone is watching me. I close the door and look up and the guy who let me in is peeking over my stall!!!! So I say the hell with this and leave.

I'm still on a mission to go to the bathroom. I am on the street again and I find like a club and there's a band playing. I go in and find the bathroom. It's huge. I go into a stall and the toilet is right up against the wall so I have to sit off the side of it. The stalls are short and I could see some girls coming in. Now my wall has disappeared again and I watch them go into a stall a few stalls down. I look up and there's a ledge with some cds on it. There are maybe forty in the stack. I grab them and start flipping through them. They seem like pirated copies of movies. All the titles are hand written. One says, "Conspiracy Theory, Rare."

As I'm looking through these cds I can feel myself taking a shit. I look around for some toilet paper, but all I can find is a calendar on the wall. It looks like someone had made it themself, not like one you buy in a store. So I grab a few pages and wipe. I knew this was ok because the pages were from January and it's February now. I go to stand up and this girl is standing on the outside of my stall and she freaked me out being there. I flushed the toilet. She handed me some jewelry and said she had found where I buried it. It was a really nice gold ring with channel set purple stones, maybe tanzanite, and a necklace. The girls who came in earlier are now behind me and they look in my toilet. Apparently I needed to flush again. So I do. Now the girl who just handed me the jewelry says something about do I remember the four people I killed? I'm indignant because no I do not remember that!!! The dream faded after that.

The Lunch Line

The first thing I remember is something about a parking garage. I think I met up with some people and then we went to lunch. We get in the cafeteria and go our separate ways to get food. I can remember being in the lunch line and there was a weird chicken dish. And it was so confusing where to go to get a drink. And people were butting in front of me! It was very hectic in that lunch line! I got really frustrated and I think I woke myself up!