Sunday, May 27, 2007

I had the most curious dream last night. I was on a motorcycle, and I was racing across the desert amongst a pack of other two and four wheeled vehicles. I was conscious of the texture of the ground - coarse and rocky - that made maneuvering the vehicle a challenge. And in that odd manner of dreams, I knew we were racing toward the location of a nuclear explosion, but I knew not why - only that I had to be first.

As we drew nearer, it started to rain dice. Even the ground was morphing into dice, entire slabs of rock and earth turned into white, pitted, surfaces. I was vaguely aware of the risks of radiation exposure, but my dreamlike self thought, "Surely now, that can't be a problem."

And so we arrived, to nothing special in particular. Just a crater of raised earth, still smouldering at the edges. As the riders dismounted, I saw you as well. Odd isin't it?

The rocks around the crater were so hot we used them to cook noodles. I remember stirring them with chopsticks so large they could only exist in dreams. Sadly, I woke before they were finished.