Double-Feature with Cartoon

My body was a mannequin folded neatly in a trunk but someone had replaced the eyes with glass. My excavated eyes tapioca-stared out from a lumpy bowl of grits on the kitchen counter, and it was also a different color -- orange instead of Formica gray like usual -- there was no spoon. The bowl was china with tulips round the brim like my mother's always are, but I could not see the cupboard where it belonged. This dream is a double feature with cartoon –

An apple-fat woman in purple petticoats and a brown felt pointed hat slashed her leg with a non-serrated black-handled butcher’s knife and butter ran out. The doctor was made of newspaper and he could not zip her up. The village children pressed in with greedy tongues, adults appeared, people with wooden bowls and faceless heads. Clouds broke out observing the picture before any count could begin. The clouds made crowd estimates impossible -- the music jagged like a record that could skip both ways. What do you dream when the viewing screen dissolves? The images fade and the house-lights do not come up.