Dream

I am sorting through the pile of shoes that sits just adjacent to my front door (the pile that my mother says is reminiscent of an entrance to a Hindu temple), looking for a pair of black Marc Jacobs kitten heels, and out pop two black kittens and a black puppy. They have been bound and gagged and thrown into the pile of shoes as an initiation ceremony into a gang.

"Who did this to you?" I ask them after I remove the socks from their mouths.

"It's the Crips," the puppy tells me, "And they're coming back for us. You have to do something about it."

I'm so angry I can't handle it. I start to grow till I am over eight feet tall. A group of men arrive on the front porch. They ring the doorbell.

I open the door. They are scared of me; I am over eight feet tall.

"Did you do this to my kittens and my puppy?" I ask, showing them the socks.

They deny it but I don't believe them. Then I start lobbing them with punches. The kittens and the puppy stand on the sidelines cheering me on.

I wake up sort of euphoric. I've never beat anyone up before. Not even in a dream. I imagine that if you're big enough and it's for a cause you believe in, it could actually be kind of fun.