i had gained access most stealthily; the dogs wouldn't know i had been there until minutes after i'd gone. i left no evidence, not even a hair...i wore a do-rag. do-rags aren't really my style, but neither is breaking into mariah carey's mansion under cover of night with the goal of abducting her, but thats how dreams work, right? i made it up spiral staircases and through endless hallways lined with locked doors until i finally came to the bathroom where i'd benn told she would be. there she was in the tub, soaking that golden skin of hers and finally letting rest the dulcet voice that probably would have driven me fucking crazy too if i'd had to listen to it all day, every day. i crept closer to her. for some reason i decided to touch the old-style boombox on the floor of her marble palace and BOOM! i was electrocuted by the exposed wire trailing from the wall outlet to the back of the tape deck. dream over. mission unaccomplished.

next night: i'm walking with katie in search of a bar to hang out at. i'm short-tempered and realize that i don't want to be hanging out with her. tact and decency aside, i tell her as much. she expresses the same sentiment and a verbal battle ensues. suddenly the sky is dark- the worst storm of our lives! run for the house, and electricity illuminates the horrible sky. we are laying on our stomachs, flat to avoid being struck through the window that has already shattered from one bolt. i see a streak of blue arc toward katie and i scream, shove her out of the way. i am hit, my body goes stiff and i seize like julia roberts in steel magnolias. but there is no kind sally field to offer me sweet orange juice. i nearly die.

the future: after my life-threatening encounter with thor's majesty i have moved to new york and become a video stylist for MTV. at the moment i am working closely with Missy "Misdemeanor" Elliott in the studio. i have dressed her with panache and pizzazz as is my wont. but soft! there is a knock at the door. friends have come to visit me at work! it is gabe, accompanied by dorothy, melissa, peter, grace, jenny ad various others. suddenly i am ashamed. i have forgotten about the lasting effects of the lightning incident. i am palsied- the left side of my face is twisted in a snarl similar to the one worn by Nancy on her public television program Sewing with Nancy. i can barely speak and my arm is lifeless. i slam the door and cry on my desk, which is covered with back issues of Paper and some dream-magazine called Synex.


Electricity: Symbolizes energy, mental driving power. To be shocked or electrocuted means that the dreamer will face some sort of danger while trying to gain the power necessary to achieve goals.