trixie

Someone is projecting a cartoon of a giant butterfly onto pavement parking lot. A small crowd is gathered, I am there with my dog. She happens to stand right on top of the projection, and it makes it look as though she has butterfly wings. I grab my camera to take a video.

I am with old elementary school friends(female) and we meet D(old friend, male) and he is happy to see everyone but me. (D and I have a history, and he hurt me very much by suddenly dropping out of my life) He agrees to take everyone upstairs to his luxurious loft to meet his wife, but looks at me and asks (demands) that I stay outside. I agree at first, but then feel left out and want to be included, so I follow behind everyone. D's accent has gained a slight southern twang, and his wife is a rich snob. Shes hows off her gaudy jewelry and I am unimpressed. I make fun of D's accent and ask him when he got it. He says he can't believe I just said that. I am getting angry- "You can't believe I said that? I can't believe you treated me the way you did. He is getting angry. Ignores me. We are all then walking out and he turns to me and says he doesn't want to hear anything from me. He grabs my nose hard and looks at me violently. When he lets go I say I just want to know why. Before I see anything but an angry reaction, I wake up.

Later:

I am inline for a movie with my Mom, brother and her ex-husband and 2 kids. I agree to go find seats with the youngest girl and I ask my mom to get me some chocolate and popcorn. S and I grab some seats. A small white poodle runs down the aisle and people try to capture it. It runs by me and I am able to grab it. I move to hand it off to a man who seemed to be trying to get it, but it wasn't his. I carried it out to the lobby, where a young girl tried to help me find the owner, then I remembered seeing a woman with a larger dog, so I took the poodle over to her. It was Charles Bukowski and his wife (fake wife-some tall blond woman) and she had a lab-type dog in a a baby carrier. (ha!) I asked if she could watch this dog, and because in the dream they both knew and liked me, she agreed. I went back to the theater and sat with my family. The movie seemed to be projected onto tiles of glass, and it looked like an accident. It was a movie about Bukowski, and I thought about how I had just seen him and we were friends and wondered why I didn't tell him I was watching his movie. I decided it was for the best. The movie stopped, someone said over a loud speaker that they were going to fix it. While leaving I briefly thought I lost my purse but found it attached to my waist like a belt. We rode a strange vehicle that went directly through chain-linked fences without harming the vehicle, the fence, or us, and the vehicle was open-topped, so we were magically going through the fence without being sliced into little diamond shapes. I decided it must have to do with the precise speed we were traveling. I got home, and in my room I changed into my new shoes and thought about how I had just bought these at the mall but I had previously ordered them online and now I would have to cancel the online order. I put on a long skirt, and decided I was going to roam around town, looking into bars like I used to. It was raining, but I remembered walking in the rain before. I used to meet up with Bukowski and others and hang out in bars. I thought I would look for Bukowski tonight. As I changed shirts, I began pulling out medium-sized nails that were in 3 long columns along my chest and abdomen. As I easily pulled each one out with my hand, I saw that there was just a dry clean hole left. As I put on another shirt, I decided I would leave the nails out tonight, people like Bukowski would understand, He probably had holes in his chest too.