I Dreamt about My Ex on April Fool's Day

Nature has such a sense of humor.

It was a long and involved dream.

We weren't getting it on or anything like that.

He had come to visit and we did all this crazy shit together.

Ideologically, we were at complete opposite ends of the spectrum.

I didn't really see this as a problem but he kept being devious.

I know we parachuted out of a plane together, like in each other's arms, and he wouldn't fucking shut up the whole way to earth.

Do I really need to hear about earth's politics when I'm freefalling and giddy with the immensity of pure space?

Then we were in my house except it wasn't my house and I think I was doing housekeeping while he sat at the kitchen table and editorialized over photographs. I don't know if they were old photographs of us or of dikdiks or molecules. I just don't know.

Later we went to see this movie but it was in an impromput movie theater made up of folding chairs and the movie was really a car commercial masquerading as an avant garde film or something which pissed me off.

There was this middle aged chubby pretty lady sitting to my left and my ex to my right.

He kept talking politics and the lady next to me expressed commiseration when he went to the bathroom.

I specified he was my ex, not a current love interest, which I guess was a rat bastard thing to do.

We both hated on the movie and then he came back.

Now I'm remembering I had taken this temporary job in like a courthouse setting I think. Just some sort of lowly clerk and typist thing but I was enjoying it. But then a roof at the courthouse caved in because some escaped convicts were jumping from roof to roof. Then this meant the job had to be open up for bidding. I think it was a State job and I knew how brutal those bidding processes can be, so I asked my heavyset rather dykey sup if this was really promised to someone just tell me without telling me and save me all the aggravation please. And she was nice so she pointed to this one nice looking black guy seated at this caf table. We were in one of those horrible State building cafeterias so I was immensely grateful to know I wouldn't waste my time.

Britney Spears was in this cafeteria but she was standing by herself with headphones on. We all signaled her over and we told her how much we all loved Circus and she was friendly but distant like celebrities usually are of course. She was only in the dream for like thirty seconds.

Typing this up right now it strikes me that it really is true that nothing is as boring as other people's dreams. The French say that. Although I'm not sure they don't mean the other kind of dream.

There was a really good looking young guy sitting next to me at the caf table. The modern Maori type guy. Everything pierced, everything tatted, primitivized hair, clothing etc. The new urban confected savage which is pretty hot I think.

I enjoyed talking to him and he was a sweetheart so that part of the dream was good.

Then my ex returned with his mental ulcers and I listened to some more politics and stuff.

I was very polite and forebearing with him. I do remember I fed him. I thought about bringing up the matter of money left unpaid but decided that would be a total peacekiller and let it slide.

Nature, you got your fucking April Fool's joke in on me.

Thanks a lot.

Please don't play any April Fool's jokes on me.

I hate those.

Doesn't today feel like a Chaucer kind of day?

Go look at a green leaf coming in or summat.

Touch its downy hairs.