Dead Friend

I was at a business meeting and once the meeting started I realized I had brought the wrong folder with me. The folder didn’t have any samples of my interactive work. It only contained random art projects I had done over recent years. Many of them were charcoal drawings of penises. I was embarrassed and fumbling around a lot as I tried to explain myself.

Then I was at Kim Wilson’s house with my sister, Liz. We had a business meeting with Kim’s family. The meeting was in Kim’s bedroom, and we sat on the edge of the bed as we waited for her family to come in. Liz had already done some background research and was catching me up on her findings. She told me that Kim had died recently and not to mention it during the meeting. I was shocked and kept asking for details, but Liz said she didn’t know any. We had the meeting with Kim’s family and it went well, but I couldn’t stop thinking about Kim’s death and I really wanted to ask them about it.

Everyone left the room and I stayed behind. I was laying on the bed when Kim’s brother Daniel came in. He told me we were alone. Then he told me about a really disturbing dream he’d just had that involved a deaf girl being gang raped on a ship by a bunch of men who also felt sorry for her. I told him that I sometimes had dreams like that myself. As we talked, he walked around the room with his dick hanging out of his boxer briefs. I thought it was weird, but I said nothing about it.

Then he came to the bed and started making out with me. We were kissing and dry humping but I couldn’t enjoy it. I was too busy thinking that I didn’t want to have sex with him because I was on my period and my breath was bad. We stopped after a while and laid on the bed and talked. He asked me about a scar I had on my lip and I told him it was from some accident I’d had when I was little.

Finally I asked him what happened to Kim. He pointed to my scar and said “It was something like that.” I asked him what that meant, and he said “Why don’t you ask her yourself?”

Suddenly we were in the kitchen. He handed me the phone and it was Kim. I was happy to be talking to her, but the connection was very crackly and she sounded far away. I asked her what happened to her and she began a very long story about cutting her lip and going to a party where there was a barrell of chickens. The story wasn’t making any sense and I kept saying, “I don’t get it! I don’t understand what happened!”

Daniel came over and put his arms around my waist and made a joke about sugar-free champagne. It was an inside joke between Kim and Daniel. Kim’s mother walked in the kitchen and started talking to Daniel. I walked away from them so I could hear Kim better, but by then she was gone.