From the monthly archives: June 2006
I’d really like to see you again but only if by chance. Like in the chance of my remembering a dream.
Last night I dreamt I was initiating a complex rescue effort for a young bound woman in the hold of some sort of water vessel. She had been sitting in a shallow puddle without food for a few days. Her skin was a grayish white and had the texture of goose flesh (or vegetarian duck’s underbelly). Her hair and dress had the same color and texture. Robin Williams, the antagonist, lingered in my peripheral vision for the duration of the dream, his lurking presence and awkward stare the only active indication of him being an evildoer… the rest I just knew, as if in the altered reality of my dream Robin Williams was also typecast as a brilliant but creepy quiet man. A few of the crew and myself were just about to put our plan into motion when I woke up.
Whenever I board a plane I calmly consider the possibility of death, accept it and take a good look at the folks I’ll be spending my last hours with. Who would be the hero figure, the parties in a possible love triangle, the fragile person who I’d have to throw on my shoulders during the grueling attempt at escaping the wreckage, the one on the way back to his lover, etc. Strapping in it all seems so unnatural to me- being up there above the clouds, transcontinental contrails fudging up the atmosphere, cities simplified into criss-crossing grids of yellow bulbs. I much prefer land travel but Delta will have to do this afternoon.
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