Friday, May 15, 2009
This is Sedona, but still.
I dreamed my dad was driving me through New Mexico, and wouldn't let me get out of the car. I had my hands pressed to the window like a child, and the car drove through all these anachronisms: palm trees, a heavy silver mist like out of a Lord of the Rings movie, children playing in a sprinkler in the middle of the desert. Then these brilliant red mesas appeared through the mist, and I was calling them mountains, and in my dream or in my real body, my heart got caught in my throat, like I missed them so much and I just wanted to get out of the car but I wasn't allowed.