My girlfriend Silky develops a slow, elaborate plan to take revenge on a big fat man. I'm unsure just what he did so long ago--but it was terrible, and apparently when the cops came, they believed the perpetrator and blamed her. It's been eating at her ever since.

So on D-Day, she plans to shoot him. She has a gun and an elaborate plan to re-enact the circumstances to remind him of his wrongs, then execute him once he faces his crime.

But a friend learns of her plot and fears her self-destruction. Doesn't care if Fatso drops dead, but he doesn't want Silky to turn killer. She's letting the guy ruin her!

I don't know quite WHAT Fatso did, but I do know just WHERE he did it. Double doors opening on a theaterlike space full of bars, mirrors, and sliding panels. A confusing place!

Silky's friend lures them both there, and springs a surprise re-enactment on them.

She's ready to kill the guy, but has no weapon, and her friend the scene-director yells "Re-enact it differently" and she defends herself. Only this time, no cops come to salt her wounds. They run through it several times, with variations.

He hasn't really made amends, and she's still enraged, reliving it--but at least she hasn't killed him.

Looks good to me! Maybe the vengeance-wave has crested, and now it can run down... though there may be secondary waves to go through.

NOTES NEXT MORNING

• Silky's rage = after decades of family coverup, I now know the facts--what went on when I was little, and how my family denied it all later. But emotionally I'm still mostly blank. I worried about buried rage, and asked to see what's left. Got my wish! Murderous anger. But I'm surprised it's Silky who feels it. She's a recurring dream character, and I thought I knew her pretty well--she rarely holds grudges. So the fact she can't let it go warns me that it must have been really bad.
• The dream guy was like one of my main tormentors when I was 11-14. A big awkward fat kid who fit the profile for an abused kid himself, though back then I didn't know or care. He made my life miserable and that's all I cared about.
• The cops sided with the perpetrator = my daily reality in middle and high school. Instead of protecting me or punishing my attackers, teachers and deans looked away--or blamed me. You provoked him by having the wrong attitude. By being weak. You shouldn't have been alone... (You wore the wrong skirt, it's your fault you got raped... Any wonder I identified with girls?)
• Friend = don't know if this is part of me, or a guardian angel, but I'm grateful. I'm grateful.
• Weird place, sliding panels = during the Seattle World's Fair, one pavilion of the Pacific Science Center looked like this. It focused on subatomic physics and relativity.

You CAN go home again....

And fix it.

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