Models Love Garage Sales

---11.16.1999---

The sun is rising now and I marvel at the effects of every color on the landscape greeting the day as a shade of gray. How soft and timid everything is when it’s first awaked.

I had a strange dream last night. Most of it is a muddle, but I remember having a green Citroën DS very much like my friend Ian’s back in San Francisco, and my parents having a big garage sale at our old house in Illinois. Since there was no room to park in the driveway I parked in the street. When I checked back later the car was gone. As is so often the case in dreams I can’t make a logical jump to the next scene, but I was in some sort of design/fashion center and interrupted a group of models I knew had been at the garage sale the day before (sure...) to ask them if they had seen anyone drive away in a green Citroën.

Immediately I was sitting at a table with a few of them, one of whom was telling me she saw a man and a woman drive away in my car. I leaned closer and asked her how she thought they did it. Then I felt a thumb and forefinger on the back of my neck simultaneously numbing me while forcing me towards her. I kissed her and felt my consciousness go liquid. I struggled to maintain control of my awareness, and fight what I thought was her grip. “Wait—is that how they did it?” I asked her, but she was slumped over two chairs, out cold.

At that point I was plucked from the dream and deposited in my bed with a tingling, silver shiver resonating through my body. The two points of contact on the back of my neck remained cool and still do, even as I write.