Dreams

Jim Morrison, 15/Jan/92 I'm at Madison Square Gardens in New York. There's a huge crowd there waiting to see The Doors. The stage and arena seems to be on top of a large, snow-covered mountain. I'm waiting below the mountain with some others, waiting for the signal to start climbing. I talk to two American guys. They make a joke about the mountain. I say jokingly, "That's no mountain, there's no grass!" A cabaret band in a little bar nearby starts rehearsing. They play Girl From Ipanema. I think it's quite incongruous, the small-scale 'wimpy' music at such a big gig. We finally get the sign to climb, and I start climbing. I'm ahead of everyone, really mountain-climbing. I'm up near the top. There's just one obstacle left - a little hump, but the sides are sheer. I'm up really high and scared shitless - I know I'm no mountain climber. Somehow I get around the obstacle (I think with the help of someone who shows up - don't know who), and I see a soft slope of snow and the arena ahead of me. There's roadies and technicians everywhere. Jim Morrison's there. A blonde girl goes over to him. It's obvious she's a groupie. I notice that the snow all around is all red, all in different shades of red. I taste some: it's like soft raspberry ice. Jim and the groupie are looking through a photo album the girl's got. She's completely naked now and Jim's interest in the album is just to humour her. He's ready to screw her. I tell him, "You may as well fuck her brains out now, Jim." He agrees and goes off with her. I imagine they've found a store room or something, somewhere quiet. But next I see Jim standing in a clearing, screwing the girl, who has her legs wrapped around him. It occurs to me I might get me some when Jim's finished. He comes, and abruptly leaves the girl there hanging, his interest in her completely gone. The girl looks disappointed. Then, before I can do anything, some technicians go over and start sucking her cock (?) (Jim's cock?) I'm not sure. It occurs to me they must be licking her pussy, so that's what they do next. I don't know if I'm disappointed or what.