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dream log:
the Inner Posse, beach town somewhere. Me, RTM, GM, JW. My sister, somewhere too. We have to take the train in the mornings and it takes us two stops from shore, if we miss it we go underground and hit an island and can't get back till much later. And the murders and muggers come out at eight -- don't ride the train alone.
I go out to the shore and miss the train back. Come back late to the house we've rented and the old man's asleep in bed. I say, "anyone want to go out for a drink?" but GM's tired and RTM is tired and everyone looks at JW and she hates me. And she says something horribly nasty (never quite heard it, but it was awful, that's all I know) and crying, I leave by myself for the roadhouse bar.
Late night and all the fisherfolk are drowning their sorrows ("wade in our workboots, try to finish the job!") and I'm drinking but all I can think is I miss JW, and RTM, and GM and they hate me for some reason and I don't know why.
GM and RTM come find me. Late. "Come with us," they say. "She'll come around." I shake my head. JW's in the corner, in the car, snarling. Putting her bags in the trunk. "I was never in love with you," she hisses under her breath. GM and RTM shrug and get in the car with JW and I stay at the bar.
My sister shows up, because it's too late to go back to the house alone, past eight and the murderers are out. We take the train under the ocean, miss our stop and wash up ashore in the dark, clutching swiss army knives in case the murderers come.
I'm supposed to go back to the ramshackle beach house where GM and RTM and JW await, but it's too dark and too late to take the train back under the sea.
the Inner Posse, beach town somewhere. Me, RTM, GM, JW. My sister, somewhere too. We have to take the train in the mornings and it takes us two stops from shore, if we miss it we go underground and hit an island and can't get back till much later. And the murders and muggers come out at eight -- don't ride the train alone.
I go out to the shore and miss the train back. Come back late to the house we've rented and the old man's asleep in bed. I say, "anyone want to go out for a drink?" but GM's tired and RTM is tired and everyone looks at JW and she hates me. And she says something horribly nasty (never quite heard it, but it was awful, that's all I know) and crying, I leave by myself for the roadhouse bar.
Late night and all the fisherfolk are drowning their sorrows ("wade in our workboots, try to finish the job!") and I'm drinking but all I can think is I miss JW, and RTM, and GM and they hate me for some reason and I don't know why.
GM and RTM come find me. Late. "Come with us," they say. "She'll come around." I shake my head. JW's in the corner, in the car, snarling. Putting her bags in the trunk. "I was never in love with you," she hisses under her breath. GM and RTM shrug and get in the car with JW and I stay at the bar.
My sister shows up, because it's too late to go back to the house alone, past eight and the murderers are out. We take the train under the ocean, miss our stop and wash up ashore in the dark, clutching swiss army knives in case the murderers come.
I'm supposed to go back to the ramshackle beach house where GM and RTM and JW await, but it's too dark and too late to take the train back under the sea.
