ideas for dreams
Imagine a place out of land’s site, in the middle of the ocean. Waves are forming. Each is following the next. They are perfectly curled waves. They are all aiming to crash in the same spot. Just before each crashes, they hit an invisible wall and the water rides it up into the sky. This is where rain is made.
I am in the middle of the southbound lane on the nearest interstate. I notice the trail of dotted lane lines dividing the lanes. So, I place my left foot in the middle of one of the lines, put my hands in the air, and lean south into a cartwheel. Hand after hand and foot after foot, each land perfectly in the series of endless dotted lines. I can cartwheel faster than the traffic. I can make it to the Keys in no time.
A younger me went to Publix with my Mom. Before she started shopping, we went to the party department and ordered some helium balloons. We ordered twenty green balloons on strings. While they were being prepared, I sat down and took off my socks and shoes. My mom handed the balloons to me one at a time until I finished tying one to each of my toes and fingers. Now it was time to get some shopping done.