Squash Stack Studio

Last night I dreamed I was in this green meadow with all these couples I know from my neighborhood. There were the construction workers from that place across the street where they’re putting in shitty townhouses, and the pizza guy who lives across the hall from me and his cute lifeguard boyfriend. The cyclopses who live in the park were there, and some zombies and ghosts from that neglected little cematary by the 7-11. I saw that girl who works the velociraptor paddock at the dinosaur zoo and her girlfriend who gives tours of the fossil museum next door. Medusa and her gargoyle boyfriend were gazing into each others’ eyes (touching story, there). And there was the spooky girl who lives in the basement apartment in my building with her boyfriend who always wears a glow-in-the-dark skeleton onesie and a skull mask. They were all cuddling and kissing and holding hands. Even the plant monsters that eat stray dogs had their thorny little tendrils entwined in a loving embrace.

I tried to throw a bucket of ice water at them, but I dropped it on my toe and got my socks wet.