Wednesday, November 21, 2007
Dream of apples
This morning I dreamed that I was visiting a secret neighborhood in San Francisco. Hidden somewhere near Twelfth and Lake is a long country road, with handsome houses to either side, and at the end a house inhabited by Kelly Jo Maynard. I was driving along this dirt road and stopped to look at the house. I recalled that I'd been in it before. I parked and as I got out of my car I wondered whether it would be okay to go inside--it was evident no one was about. I remembered that I used to visit it without permission, while the inhabitants were away, long ago. I stood on the porch, then walked back to my car, seeing apples in an apple tree on the west side of the road. And a black man walking along a road that struck out up the hill to the west. I admired the apples. I saw that I had left my car door open. I closed it and walked back to the house and entered. I walked through the kitchen to a desk. From the bookcase next to the desk I took some of Kelly Jo's cassette tapes and played a recording of Bob Dylan and Joan Baez. The house was very empty. I was calmly putting tapes back in a fashion I thought Kelly Jo would approve when I took fright. I headed for the door just as some people were arriving. I opened the door before them and passed out, saying "Hello." The group of three young European (?) bohemians, two men and a woman, replied to my greeting quite calmly. Maybe they were guests of the house. I ran. I ran as fast as I could to my car, but it took ever so long to get to it.
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3 comments:
How can an environmentalist own a car? Don't you nullify all your environmental commentary by you hypocritical actions of driving?
It's okay to drive a Hummer as long as it's during REM sleep. I am a sleepdriver.
The scariest part of your story is the thought that you are driving. Ah, the wind blowing through your hair (or over the top of your head).
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