You and I were in a big grocery store, one that sold plastic recorders and everything. I had my Aulos Haka Alto, and my Yamaha Sopranino, and was playing recorders. Somebody else in the store was trying out a recorder, and he sounded really out of control. He was trying to play one of the Irish tunes that I know so well, but he quit before I got the chance to join in. Then for a while I played a kick-ass solo on my conga, which suddenly seemed to appear, until one of the checkout wenches told me it was against the law to play drums loudly in a grocery store. On the shelf in the aisle where I was playing, they had a big plastic-wrapped package for sale, containing: a long slide-whistle, a plastic transverse flute, a toy lightsaber, a water-machine-gun, and a plastic recorder. It didnt have a price. I decided I was ready, and found you over by the produce and milk, where they had tables set up just like a library. You were studying or something, and you were sitting there not wearing anything but a thong bikini, the bottom half. As I walked up, somehow you became standing on your chair, and I reached up and touched your face and said, You hardly have anything on, and then I hugged you, with my face just above your belly, cause you were on the chair. It was nice, warm, smooth. You said you would be more polite in public, if only it werent so hot. There were these militarily-dressed men sitting across from you, though, and with increasing uncomfortableness, one of them, a guy about thirty, with dark hair and a mustache, florid features, finally said, I would like you to shave your pits! You said, O.K., with a shrug and we kinda laughed at them. Then the guy went on to complain that he didnt like the way you looked, otherwise it wouldnt be so bad; evidently you didnt look like his ideal barbie-doll version of beauty. I looked at him, and went off in a tirade, something about, Here is a man who cannot see. Who cannot see beauty because he has no idea what it really is, who probably is a lousy lover because he obviously cannot sense the true source of beauty.... There was more, but I dont remember it exactly. He got mad and interrupted me, and as I asked you if you were ready, and we started to walk away, he commanded the guy next to him to hit me! You had already walked on ahead by this time, and the second guy came up to me. I turned to face him. He was older, smaller, also dressed in uniform. He had grey hair and kind features, hard blue eyes. I said, Well come on, hit me, just knock me down here in Schnucks. He said, Then quit backing away, and I did, with an effort. I was considerably taller than he, and kind of leaned forward over him to talk to him. I dont remember the exact words, but he said basically he wasnt going to hit me, that the other guy was pretty much an ass hole. But isnt he still your chief, or whatever? I asked, and he just shrugged. So I caught up with you by the automatic doors, but then remembered I had to go back for my Aulos. When I went back to the table, everyone had gone, and there was a wet floor sign up, where someone had been cleaning. I got my recorder, and went back outside, and woke up.