night of 9/24/2011

1.
I am with a mother-like figure; my mother in a different life. We are walking. She has her hand down the back of my pants. I am increasingly uncomfortable. She starts to put a finger up my ass. At first I just try to wriggle away; eventually I am sobbing, pleading for her to stop.

2.
We are assembled in a wide open bar, seated like a cafeteria. There are a lot of Buffalo Bills fans here. We have gathered to wish the Visitor farewell. He is a sharp middle-aged man with a goatee. Mostly my head is down over my food. He comes to my table. "In my two months here I have never seen you happy." He takes out a large plastic bag, and from it a complex assembly of chrome piping. "A gift--I know you like puzzles...you were published in that puzzle magazine." He slides one piece together, enclosing a sleek blade within one of the pipes, where it snaps. "Now it is ready."