Posted by: normanlgreen | August 28, 2012

Dream, August 28, 2012

Dream, home, 12:08 am

Sliding down a steep city street on a special inflated mattress- ribbed on the bottom for control and bowl shaped and cushioned on top – I feel like a chili verde waiting to be fried. Sound of mattress on road and my ululations being recorded. Headset communication with a woman who controls the lights, so I do not have to lose momentum.

At the bottom a ramp ends at the sea. Great pleasure in flying off the end.

At a cafe just before the dock I stop to have a conversation. A man presents a scholarly paper, reading it aloud. Once he finishes, another tears his ideas to shreds. I feel deflated.




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