Frokitt's dream of Dec 22, 2007

I'm selling snow balls and popcorn in a booth at the county fair. The sun is setting but heat still rises from the midway asphalt and reflects off the booth's metal awning. The breeze blows grit through the sliding glass window. I lean on my elbows and inhale the scent of farm animals and fry bread and red dogs. People meander toward the stadium to watch the fireworks show that will start as the last light drains from the sky.

I see a very young William Shatner strolling towards me as the midway empties of people. My heart starts to pound and an itch suddenly stings me in the crease between the top of my thigh and the puff of my labia.

He is wearing a white strap undershirt and low-slung blue jeans. I hear the soft clump of his engineer boots on the asphalt. He grins at me then rolls his shoulders and pumps his arms like a boxer. The wind tosses the wave of russet hair that falls across his forehead. A fat man approaches my booth.

"She's closed, mister," says Bill, moving in front of the man.

"My son wants some popcorn," says the fat man. He is holding the hand of a fat boy.

"She's closed."

The fat man frowns. The fat boy's face crumples.

Bill reaches into the front pocket of his jeans and pulls out a flattened pack of cigarettes. He smiles and shakes one out. "Here. Have a smoke instead."

After a moment's hesitation, the fat man takes the cigarette. Bill lights it with a silver Zippo. The fat boy starts to sniffle. The fat man yanks him away. "Shut up. She's closed," he says.

Bill flips a cigarette and catches it between his lips. He lights it with a flick of his Zippo, watching me the whole time. He blows out smoke from the corner of his mouth. There is chaff in his hair and black dirt under his nails. He jumps up and grips the metal awning with his fingertips. He pulls up twice then hangs there, gazing at me from the shadows of his eyelashes. The itch at the top of my thigh has become unbearable.

"Que quieres, Guillermo?" I ask softly.

He drops from the awning and dusts off his hands on the seat of his pants. He takes the cigarette from his mouth and cups it in his fingers. He leans close. He eyes travel over my face.

"Give me a blue snow ball, little girl," he says.

"I'm not a little girl," I say.

I retrieve a box of paper cones from the shelf above me because I know the action of lifting my arms will pull my cotton shirt tight across my breasts. I take my time making his treat. I spill a little of the electric blue syrup.

"Oops," I say, licking syrup from my finger. I take a bite before handing him the snow ball. I wait for his reaction.

He strokes his tongue across grooves my teeth made in the ice. "A little girl," he says. "That's what you are." He walks backwards away from my booth. A huge orange moon rises behind him.

"A little chocolate girl," he says.

JK's Dream of Dec 22, 2007

Captain Kirk and I were aboard Battlestar Galactica. The enemy (probably not Cylons but some other sort of enemy) had taken over the bridge (yeah, I know BSG doesn't have a bridge but this is a DREAM, OK?) but Kirk had a plan. It involved the fact that he had been really working on his biceps. Wish I could remember how this all played out.

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JK's dream of November 29, 2007

I was playing Kirk's blond love interest in a new Trek movie. When we were on our way to confront the villain, someone made a joke and we all laughed, even Spock. But Kirk didn't laugh. I said, "C'mon, Bill, it was funny."

The villain sent a beautiful dancing girl to distract us and Kirk was getting a huge erection so he called down to the kitchen (?) and ordered, "Soup! Hot and stupid!"

The end.

LT's dream of Dec 13, 2007

I was planning JK's wedding; she was getting married to her current husband. We decided that William Shatner should give her away at the wedding, so we contacted his "people" and begged them to get him to do it - told them about the podcast and everything. Then it was the day of the wedding and we still weren't sure he was going to show up. I was waiting at a bus stop for the bus to take me to the church and this huge limo pulled up, the door swung open, and there was Bill (dressed up like Denny Crane - very sharp)! He was happy and laughing and said "Of course I'll do it."

I wasn't sure if I could ride to the church in the limo with him, but he invited me in - there were other people in the back that I didn't know. We all rode together and Bill was funny and charming the whole way, and seemed to think this was a hoot. We got to the church and there was JK and her husband - she was wearing a beautiful white dress and was so giggly and happy that Bill was giving her away!

I woke up before the reception.

JK's dream of December 12, 2007

I was rehearsing a play and when we broke for the night, we all went to a bar and my friend W. was there. (Along with her boyfriend! She's married in RL so I'm wondering if there's something I don't know...) She & I ordered sliders. Then my drag-queen buddy D. took us to this strange amusement park where you went through all these houses. She wanted to skip the first few and go straight to the one she wanted us to see but they wouldn't let her do that and threw us out. When we got back to the bar, W's boyfriend had eaten our sliders! We told him to order more and pay for them himself. (Apparently he's freeloading off her - I'm not sure this relationship is wise.)

Then she and I were on a bus with no seats so we sat on the floor against the wall. Sitting across from us was WILLIAM SHATNER (who appears in almost all my dreams lately and never eats my sliders - God that sounds filthy - IF ONLY!). The guy next to him asked him to read some lines so he did. One of them was something about "all the women" and man o man, did Bill caress those words! W. and I sighed very loudly and then giggled. Bill laughed too. He loved us.