run-on-ightmare

Take conversations about baking, ghosts, mounting excitement to see an infamously horrible movie (The Room), Germans, summer group vacations, design store Future Perfect, and combine with martinis, shake, then sleep...and you get a dream about a looming Victorian mansion covered in pressed tin with some goldleafing that's haunted but not until the third floor where The Unsanes used to be kept in a room that remains immaculately clean and done in the colors of a summer sky or Matthew Barney blimp insides which people keep going into, turning very white and wearing thick white face powder, and deciding to eat what they think is flour but getting thirsty and drinking water from an antique white porcelain wash basin which then mixes with what was actually an industrial adhesive and this comes gurgling up out of them doughily as they writhe in confused suffocation on the painted white wooden floors. The indifferently constant billowing of the curtains seems menacing. The ghosts can't figure out how or why this keeps happening either, but none is by their design and the conclusion is that there's yet another dimension of which all of us are unaware and that pretty much is more than we can really comprehend so we resign the room to itself and walk out then go stand in the front yard again and look up at the window though we know nothing out of the ordinary will happen and it doesn't.