Roger's Dream (???)

Roger joined Alcoholics Anonymous. I ask him why, since he doesn’t drink. He tells me that he’s met a nice girl there, she’s a bit older and they have “juicy sex,” a formulation which makes me uncomfortable. (A hard thing to feel: ill in a dream.) – Do you ever dream? Roger then asks me. – What has that go to do with anything? – I dream, I dream, he says wistfully. I dreamed the other day that it would be nice to be a woman during an act of copulation. He is cut short by the arrival of a woman. She’s 55, with silvery hair, and smells faintly of oven cleaner. (A rare thing in a dream: to smell something.) – Get out! Get out! Roger shouts. I jump out of his Silverado truck. She smiles, then bows at me like we have just battled to the death and she has won, then gets into the front seat and the car drives away.