Fragment of a dream, 14 August, 2012: Another lever in the compartment opened the wall itself, leading into a room, of totally different design and decor from the house to which it was attached. Pristine, silken, white. There was a bed, so I got on it. Then there was a man, in finery that ought to have seemed absurd, but didnt. Satiny breeches and white hose and cravat, etc, and he was disguised with a bubble of dandelion fluff round his head. Like a walking dandelion. He told me to close my eyes and lay down. So I did, and he pulled up my shirt a little, and told me to keep my eyes shut. He began tracing a pattern low, low on my belly with what felt like a stick. I felt something inside me, not phallic, but like growth within my cunny, like vines and lichen and tiny mushrooms sprouting up and along the walls and passages, up and up, lining my chambers. I peeked through my eyelids at the man; I think he knew, but did not seem to mind. The fluff had fallen away. His face and hair were pale as milk, his face too thin and sharp, painfully so. I could not say whether he was some elf or fairy prince or knight or what, but he was something, all right, and he told me to open my eyes. He looked at me with dark, strange eyes and said something or other about my not being completely human. He told me I must go now and find a man and persuade him to have me as soon as I could, to “strengthen the growth.” He directed me out of a door which led through to a huge, cavernous tunnel chipped out of stone. I knew at the end I would find a club with many revellers, and there would be the grown man of a boy I knew long ago (the boy who smelled of summer), and I must find him, and persuade him.
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