You dream of Ironcalves in her kitchen, and as in so many of your dreams, she's going in slow-motion, with her heels sounding like cannon shots on the tile floor, her voice shrieking and echoing. You see her turn on her radio and start to move to the music, then she laughs great, booming laughs. The light in the kitchen is garish and the sight is frightful, you think, but you can't tear your eyes away. Then abruptly, the scene changes and her great muscled calves are in silhouette as your Princess does her ballet exercises. You seem to be on the floor, and she walks past you to the back door.