i canʻt recall all the details of this dream. i do remember standing next to this beautiful woman, in a room with people all lined up, as in some kind of dance. and we would all be cued to do the motions for some kind of dance. i recall one "line" of the song had people clapping their hands, and the woman suggested that i clap behind my back (apparently that was more "in style"). the line wrapped around the room, and so i could see the back of one large dude somewhat across the room. he was wearing this big t-shirt. he was a big framed korean dude. anyway, it seemed as if he was looking for some "company" (i recall the word "sticky" as in warrior), and the person who headed the place (i guess you could call him the pimp) laughed at him. and then when i saw the big dudeʻs face in profile, i could see why. his head was somewhat chinless, and resembled the pale extension of some worm, with his neck rising up straight to his buck-toothed maw. and the skin was covered in pink and purple zits. he certainly didnʻt look desirable. but i thought to myself that i was sure that all sorts of ugly went through whorehouses, and the workers couldnʻt be picky about their clientelle... still, it seemed as though he wasnʻt going to get any that night.
somehow the dream transferred over to the big korean guyʻs line of work. he was apparently some sort of delivery boy in a very cutthroat and competitive field. he would ride/drive this compact one seater (it resembled some sort of bicycle, only it had a thin shell of some sort of flimsy metal wrapped around its entirety like a burrito). i watched as one competitor raced down this grassy hill, only to crash and tumble down the slope, while the big korean guy had discovered a hidden path around the slopeʻs periphery...
near the bottom, as he was waiting to get his delivery accepted (it looked like he was selling a bunch of different kinds of cigarettes), he noticed one of his other competitors lying in the shade. it was a girl, but she looked like a boy. her hair was cut short and sloppy. she was lying in the grass, dressed in a t-shirt and shorts, with twigs all over her. you could just see the shape of her nipples poking sharply, through the t-shirt. apparently, she was the master at this game of competition, and here he was, seeing her in a moment of rest...
[thatʻs all i really remember/]
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