Early Everything Day

I was with some friends of mine who don’t know each other in real life but did in my dream. We were at some kind of diner having dinner. They tell me we are going to the opera to meet one of their friends who writes violent operas. I agree to pay the five hundred for the ticket as they guarantee me it will be fun and that before the show we will meet her and maybe get to go to the after part. “Whatever” I think smoking on a joint after lighting it with a one billion dollar money order.

Split second after I exhale we are all sitting on the stage at the opera house. “We” being my friends and the opera writer. We are all smoking our own opium pipes lying on our backs staring at clouds forming in the theatre. My friends get up and go, leaving me with the opera star sitting there cross legged.

It is then I see how beautiful she is. We kiss once. A powerful kiss sending shivers down my back. We both smoke more opium and fall asleep.

I wake up on the stage with a note in my pocket that reads “see you tomorrow my love” written with an eye lash brush making the note look like it had been written a thousand tiny times.

Getting ready for the opera I get into my tailor made suit; pants phat, jacket made from ostrich feathers. I find myself putting on make-up and a pearl necklace. From there I find myself running into the theatre only to find that the show has finished; the woman who had written the note to me on stage in a very beautiful business suit speaking to the crowd in Latin and British slang. As soon as her speech is over she dashes off stage.

Running down the aisle to find her in a crowd of paparazzi, I see she is with that guy in the new Nike Tennis commercial. I slow to a halt slouching over. She walks past me and looks over. I brighten up for that moment where she laughs at me and walks forward; her tennis star in arm.

I’m on a boat with native Canadians drinking whiskey out of a boot. “it will help” says a man with no teeth and a horrible condition on his nose from sniffing paint thinner.

We are at sea and the waves are throwing the boat all around. My phone rings and it is her. “I’m sorry. I want to see you.” She says. “I’m on a boat.” I play it cool and congratulate myself inside for doing so. She whines “but I want to see you”. “Hey babeeee, I’m on the North Sea with a bunch of natives. What can I do?”

…We are on the boat together. She walks into the room now empty of native Canadians. She walks up and says “Oh him. I hired him to be there. He meant nothing. I have to keep up my opera reputation…I’m sorry.” As she says the ‘e’ in sorry she starts violently kissing me on the neck and lips. She is still in her black business suit. I begin kissing her on the neck and we rub each others backs. I move my hands down and begin feeling her ass and she whispers into my ear that I drive her crazy. We pause and smoke some crack out of a light bulb. We hug again this time in fast forward and as she unzips my pants I find myself lifting up her black skirt and pushing down her panties. The boat is lurching all about the seas. She starts playing with my dick while we both kiss, my fingers playing with her vag. She turns around and I begin to insert my dick.

I wake up just as I’m about to come and some sort of fucking up reality tells me its all just a dream and my hard penis goes limp, cum having formed at the tip. “Holy fuck” I think to myself as I lay there unsatisfied and completely depressed and angry.

“Fuck it”, I remember thinking to myself as I got up to go make coffee, a terrible hurt in my stomach from my dinner of chocolate chip cookies and beer.