fever dreams

orange and white shoes that were magnetically powered, letting me fly or glide across the floor without touching it

getting a cigarette burn in the woolen cloak my mother bought in montreal

visiting with my aunt virginia and showing her magic and the magnetic shoes, and then she took me out to a diner that i knew wasn't there, in a building that i frequently dream (that also doesn't exist in real life); there were mentally ill (but very sweet) people in the waiting room for the diner, and it was a different one every time i left to go out flying and then came back to see if the food was done

friends visiting from france and england and canada, having a labor day party on thanksgiving, with a really bizarre meal; they'd known my parents forever, and had kids that were my siblings' ages, but i was meeting them all for the first time. they had interesting games.

a boy from down the street gave me the shoes and taught me how to glide in them. i learned to fly myself.