Valentino

March 31, 2012 (Sorry, I had this saved in a Word file but never posted)

4:22 PM

Valentino

I took a nap and had a dream that I was fighting with the ghost of fashion designer Valentino Garavani. I was at his mansion and all of his furniture was black and white. The walls were white. His spirit was still there and I was warned that I might feel a presence. There was a set of dolls that my mother said were hers. It was kept in a short and wide wooden display with each doll perfectly set (I think six) all the way across like a box of chocolates. My mother wanted to take it back and I told her to, but she said she would have to get documentation with the post office to prove they were hers.

I continued to wander the mansion. Down the black staircase I turned the corner and stared at an empty frame made of black leathery material with lots of folds and layers. I saw the reflection of my chin and lips and my left ear. The frame cut off at just around my nose.

Valentino came to say hello. He poked my cheek and he taunted me. I asked him where his family was. He taunted me. I stared at the empty frame and saw pictures of my friends fade in. I challenged the ghost and told him he couldn’t make fun of me and that I had family. As I said this I flicked up on the picture frame with my fingers like you would a touchscreen. More pictures came up again and again, flick after flick.

I made him angry. Objects in his mansion began to fly across the room. I flicked the photos of all my family faster and faster. He had nothing on me.