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the island and the porn studio posted: Sun 2011-09-04 12:46:04 tags: dreams
We arrive to the tune of "Man" off the Dr. Calculus "Designer Beatnik" album. (A strange auditory imagining, since I didn't fall asleep to music.) The island is populated with a dozen or so stranded survivors, they have built a ranch-style house and forage and farm. In places, the geographical seams of the island swallow the sand and spit back freshwater springs. Some of these springs blow hot and cold. Some of these springs take mysteriously accurate aim at those who approach too closely, chasing them until they leave range.

Back at home, which is a 6 or 60-story apartment building, on or near the corner of a wider Cherry Street, I visit Grandma; a cousin or a porn actress, perhaps both in one, is with me. (There is no Gramps; Grams is divorced or widowed.) I go up a floor to Dad's apartment and wonder to him if the pornographers on another floor are running a whole studio up there.