Sunday, 29 August 2004

Molly Dress/Floating Platform/Suicide/Sex-Structor

A friend was sorting through clothes. She was wearing a cotton summer dress, a bit too short. I had a similar one in orange and put it on to show her how short it was. I commented on how fat my legs were, so she could have the dress until I lost weight. She said thanks and told me she'd put a cardigan on the bed for me. It was pale blue with flowers and animal faces embroidered in a line across the front. We giggled about how cute it was.

Then we were in a clothes store, looking for more of those molly dresses. There were lots of outrageous outfits - a bra and skirt made entirely of red metallic beads and a black one made with large rubber segments. I picked up a catalogue and we left.

I was standing on a wooden platform in the sea, just offshore. I was trying to work out how to get a smaller version of it to float, how to tie it together to create a path to the platform from the shore. Three floated fine, but the fourth started to sink. A man was standing thigh high in the water telling me to use air. So, I bought a few kiddies inflatable rings, blew them up and placed them under the mini platforms. I chained them together in a line and it worked!

My entire family were in a car parked up on the roadside in town. We were planning our deaths, reading lists and putting it in writing. We were in a hurry because someone was trying to intervene. We were hit by another vehicle so I got out to survey the damage which wasn’t much but it was enough to cause a problem.

I had been roped into helping a couple in their forties to celebrate her birthday. She wanted to go to a sex therapy session and to learn to do something different. The woman, her husband and I entered the foye of the building and were greeted by a woman asking for our names. I was reluctant to tell her and wanted to leave. She then called over to an old man (70 plus) who came over and introduced himself as our sex-structor! I cringed and opted out as did the husband, to which the wife then said “Excellent” and bounded off on the arm of the old man, disappearing into a portacabin.