Salmon thoughts

Skies are salmon, I'm walking over these gelatin grounds that for a second felt like cement drying up on my feet we were walking she had a tangerine dress on, her hair was black her heels were smooth and her legs like chopsticks long and think and ivory at the ends. She held her dress up as we ran across the gelatin to these stairs, as we reached the top i Suddenly was in a dark room that I was familiar with for some reason, I was with a girl with black hair brown skin and a puffy jacket that was black polka dots on an orange skin, it looked like a big cloud around her abdomen. She wanted to go upstairs to eat, as if this was our house, and then he walks out with two women appearing on the straw chairs by the lamp, one gives me a hug and we fall in between the air into a missionary sex position, my toungue hanging out of my mouth like a panting dog sinking in a space on her neck like a bean bag. I felt weary and old like worn leather shoes. Then I woke up.