Which Is Where We Are Now

I befriend a young girl. I’m a young boy. I’d like to get into bed with her, to make love to her of course; the emotion is more like a nap or a soul-embrace. She has a terrible secret that prevents this. Some man comes at night. There is fear of his destined approach. We wait together.

There is a box car. Strip away the steel. There are layers and layers of interwoven steel strips lining the car. Strip away the steel. The last layer reveals a platoon of solders cavorting with the girl; she’s helpless among them. They are crude in their jovial taunting. They are all in on it. They all get a piece of her.

Talking with ??. He’d like to play a video, but his old player is broken.

I take it to Best Buy to have them look at it. I’m thinking the player is so old that I might end up having to buy a new player. I’m not even sure if they sell them any more.

Turns out, none of the hardware was bad; I just need to upgrade the software; the upgrade is available online.

The Best Buy clerk shows me a laptop with the screen displaying the site I need to download from. I’m surprised they didn’t just go ahead and download and install it. I’m surprised that they are using some random driver site. I know they know the site is one they can trust, despite it being some random site. They must have a database of these sites and issues for all kinds of problems.

I look at the browser and there are many tabs open. It’s overwhelming.

I’m very coy and I seduce one girl, then another. They are dorm-mates in the house with me.
We are in a military barracks in some tropical region. Still, the barracks are spacious, clean, and simple.

Tammy (childhood dog) walks away from the barracks; she seems lost. I follow Tammy… out the fort, onto streets; I travel the paths next to streets.
Willa comes by in a plastic toy car. It’s a strange moment: neither of us is entirely excited to see one another; we resignedly say our hellos and a goodbyes.

I follow Tammy to the military city. A giant deluxe hummer as wide as the two-lane road is exiting. I grit my teeth as Tammy walks right across its path; however, the driver sees her and waited before moving the vehicle. As I walk in, I’m arrested for being AWOL (being late). I am interrogated by a chubby man and then his superior: a Condi Rice type of woman. I’m Hawkeye Pierce. I explain I was drafted into this. She corrects me. I re-explain I was drafted into this, then hired myself out as a soldier after the war.

Back at Pizza Hut.

I’m helping out with a lady doing prep work. In my helping, I disturb some personal items she had laying on the table. I move on to the cut table.

This theme of helping only to be overwhelmed and hurting the people I try to help repeats a number of times; I forget the details.

At the cut table, the pizzas are stacking up at the oven belt’s end. I’m not cutting them fast enough. Nazer is there, with his professional no-nonsense, completely above the game and in control.

Then, dairy items start protruding out. A whole long rack of milk bottles, cakes, breads stand in a cool refrigerated room which was pushing out a crowd of molten pizza a second ago. It takes some time for me to investigate the items and to grasp the totality of the change.