shanmonster | The Dream

I dream

littlekeltie has a new piercing. It's right between the carpals of her right wrist. Going though this hole is a long glass baton. It's tranparent, about two feet long, and about as big around as a golf ball. It appears to have fluorescent gold sparkles within. "It's filled with fire," Keltie explains.

"Oh, cool!" I say. "Can I try?"

"Sure!" She slides the baton out of the hole in her wrist. The hole in her wrist looks like stigmata. The baton shrinks in diameter to about pencil size. She jams it against my right wrist and a hole opens up. The baton glides in painlessly.

"You can even bend it a little," Keltie says.

"Really? But it's glass." Experimentally, I warp it a bit with my left hand. All of a sudden, it explodes and shards of glass shoot up into the air, bouncing off our faces and chests.

"Oh shit!" I say. I look down at my right wrist. The hole is still there, looking like a closing slit, but no sign of the fire-filled baton is left within. Somehow, neither Keltie nor I have been cut or burnt. I wake up.