The door to the unconscious was wide open in this one, and look what swam/fly/skied out. Actually it’s another dream, a really cool one where I’m in the ocean with a surf board and a little plane flies overhead with a rope and handle attached, and I pick it up and get a fantastic ride! Until suddenly I realize that such reckless abandon might be a bit dangerous. . .
It doesn’t seem fair that even in my dreams I don’t get too far with the giddy delight of flying or surfing or being romanced or whatever before the wet blanket falls and I get all “sensible”. Last time I checked, no one was inviting me to take such a ride in waking life, so I guess I shouldn’t complain.
Got to go t-shirt shopping on Telegraph Ave in Berkeley and meet Andy’s dorm mates this weekend, alternating between waves of youthful memories and the awkwardness of my “advanced” age colliding with this culture of youth.