I had a wonderful dream, last night, which is surprising under the circumstances. Maybe the wild, elemental thunderstorm drove the demons of spite and odium back to Phoenix, where they belong. I was sure I was going to have nightmares after being put through the wringer of dealing with a manipulative ex-boyfriend and his cronies lashing out at one of my only true friends left in that hellhole, with no other reason than to get back at me for imagined slights. It’s a long story and not one I’m inclined to go into here. Why give them the satisfaction of a recap when the truth is, their actions only show them to be small, petty and indiscriminate bitter old queens. Nuff said on that topic.

I was talking about my dream. A gigantic, Technicolor extravaganza filled with music, special effects and amazement. Halloween has always been my favorite holiday. It’s always been even bigger than Christmas in my house, ever since I became old enough to have my own house. In fact, for years, the Halloween party at Casa Chaos in Phoenix was THE party of the year, bringing in hundreds of revelers from all over the country and becoming the talk of the town for months afterwards. What’s not to love about the occasion? All the pageantry and dark pleasure wrapped around a holiday steeped in ancient blood rituals and man’s deepest, darkest fears. LOVE IT! Yes, I know it’s still months away, but that’s not the point. The point is that I had a dream about Halloween last night. A groovy dream. A smashing dream.

In the dream, I had put together a show for the Rio Grande Theatre in which, on Halloween night, the Phantom of the Theatre swooped down over the audience to orchestrate an evening of camp entertainment, the likes of which this little town has never experienced and probably never will. It was a multi media extravaganza, filled with creeping fog, aerial Vampire dancers, camp horror imagery projected on giant screens, a drag segment featuring the women of cinematic horror, a perhaps not very tasteful restaging of Michael Jackson’s “Thriller” (with Michael as a real zombie), a Gregorian chant or two, a visit by Edgar Allen Poe and, as a finale, an appearance by my favorite goth ghoul, Voltaire, singing such favorites as “Brains,” “Goodnight, Demon Slayer,” “Graveyard Picnic” and my all-time favorite, “When You’re Evil.” Oh, it was a glorious dream…,

Could it ever come to fruition as it appeared in my fevered brain? Doubtful. For one thing, I’m simply too busy, these days, to orchestrate something like this. I don’t even have time to pull off a nice dinner with my beautiful boyfriend, how in all the Hells would I be able to oversee something of this magnitude? Definitely something to think about, though. Maybe not this year, but next? Who knows what’s possible, once I really get my feet under me and clean up the mess left behind by my predecessor, a full-time job in and of itself? Heh. The phantom knows…





Oh, and let’s not forget the VILLAINS!!!
As presented by Disney and the brilliant Voltaire…
Now that's what I'm talking about!