i'm in a museum with a group of pretentious looking art students. there is a woman dressed all in black in the center of the room. one by one she asks the students what part of the museum they'd like to see. then she leads them off to their van gogh's and their picasso's and their dali's. i've seen these all before. i know what it feels like to realise the texture of starry night, the everyday objects of she-goat, and the massive details in the small space that is illuminated pleasures. all from two feet away. i could reach out and touch them ... well, if the security people didn't tackle me first. when it becomes my turn the woman in black asks me where i want to go. i tell her "home" and she smiles and walks away. i think i hear her say something along the lines of "you will" but she's too far away now to be sure. i shrug my shoulders and wander the maze of hallways by myself. i come to the entrance of a darkened room. the students leaving it snear at the pornographic images that "shouldn't be in a museum." as if it's their place to judge what belongs here and what doesn't. craving something new i enter the room. there is a single photograph lit by a single dim light on the far end of the room. i walk to the center of the room and stare at it. it's a black and white photograph of naked siamese twins joined at the hip. it's so beautiful that at first i don't even notice that they're fondling each other. it looks like they're crying but i can't tell with the poor lighting so i step closer and all of sudden their arms reach out and they pull me in before i have time to scream. the lights in the room come on and i see my reflection in an oversized mirror on the other side of the room. i can't move. i'm sitting naked on the middle of their joined lap with one sister's hand cupping a breast and the other sister's hand tucked tightly between my legs. with the lights on i can tell that they really were crying ... so, of course, i start to cry as well. then the light goes out again and that's it.

when i woke up i went into the bathroom to put my contacts in and saw i had dried tears crusted on my face. i didn't remember any of the dream until i tried to wash them off.

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