Sun, moon, party, itch

I’m up north, or «home» if you will. The weather, or time of year I guess, is a mix between summer and winter. The light is all summery and yellow, but scattered all around are heaps of snow, and it’s sort of cold.

I have my crappy camera with me. I am outside the former postal office with my new girlfriend. We’re waiting for a bus that is parked in front of the postal office, by the windows. We want it to move out of the way of a very important scrolling neon-sign that has some information on it that we want. Inside the bus there are passengers that are both leaving and entering. Some put their clothes on, some take their clothes off.

By the other side of the road there’s a large lump of snow. Something is covered underneath all of it, and I really want to get to it, or at least know what it really is, but somehow I can’t do it, I can’t dig into the snow, and I can’t understand why. In the distance we can see the «famous» 1600 feet tall, triangle-shaped mountain that is the characteristic landmark of the place. Above it, in the sky, we see the sun and the moon, extremely close to each other; the moon’s crescent is, inexplicably, facing the totally wrong direction according to the sun’s position. Both planetoids are glowing yellow, and the sky is almost brown. We’re struck by the weird beauty of the sight, and of course I want to take pictures. I fumble and mess around a whole lot with my camera, making wrong adjustments, pressing the wrong buttons, shaking tremenously while shooting, and so on… I end up not getting any good shots, and after a while the spectacular moment has passed, the sky is dark, and both the sun and the moon are gone. I feel at a loss, and a bit frustrated.

We decide to go buy some snacks. As we pass the parked bus again, we notice that it’s exhaust pipe spews out some weird bubbles, or exhaust in bubble form; it looks sticky and sort of heavy, or having it’s very own gravitational laws, it moves slowly and in a straight line from the exhaust pipe. I want to take pictures here as well, and I think I manage quite well.

Moving on, we spot a small sort of carriage or wagon, half covered in snow. In it, a figure lays still – it looks like a female mannequin. It’s wearing a full body suit, yellow in color, with black or dark blue stripes along the sides. The mannequin’s face is completely covered by the snow, but somehow we know that it’s lips are formed into a kiss. Also, in the genital area, large, pink «lips» have been placed, on the suit itself, it’s a tad vulgar. I snapshot this too, but as we start moving along, the figure suddenly jumps up from the wagon – very much alive. She’s an asian girl, wearing weird makeup that almost looks like war paint. She adresses me: «Why are you, a man, here? This party is female only!»

We’re puzzled by this, as there does’nt really seem to be a party anywhere. The woman is clearly a bit confused, she shakes her head and blink a lot. A man appears from behind the parked bus. From his name tag we can see that he’s a cameraman. He tells the woman she’s been sleeping through the whole party, that it’s the day after now, and the no men-rules no longer apply. The woman gets a bit angry, but mostly she’s just very disoriented. We turn and walk away.

My girlfriend suddenly stops and grabs her stomach. She then takes off and run around a corner, into a kind of pit, with fences all around. She sits right down and – to my shock – starts peeing, right in her pants. I ask her just what on earth she’s doing, and she tells me: «I’ve had an itch in my ass all day long, and my tummy hurts, but now I’m finally able to relieve – this is the only way to get rid of the itch in my ass!»

I wake up.