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i fell asleep listening to the morning session of the DNC on cspan. and then i was there. sort of. it was the California desert. john and vania were at a wedding somewhere so i had my grandsons micah and tyler. we had a hotel room but they were out playing with chase(my chichuahua). tyler went into a stranger's house and got a bicycle for chase to ride. i saw my dog riding a tiny bicycle.
someone had left their diary and a school project in the room. they left a text message number to call in case it was found, and i determined to call the girl and let her know i had her stuff, but first, i wanted to get back to the festivities.
you know, the ones at the DNC meeting.
so i was driving down this road and came across a day care center. i put the kids in the day care center. later in the evening i was afraid i was late picking them up, but they were being sat with by a policeman.
then it was the next day, the event still going on. i sat with a man i used to know in manhattan beach, who moved to missouri ten or so years ago. he moved away from me. there were delectable desserts, and each choice of meal was named after a candidate.
i chose the Kucinich, not because i wanted to eat what it was so much, but because i want Kucinich for president.
then it was late again. i looked at my watch (i never wear a watch) and it said 6:56 pm. and i couldn't find my car!
i could not remember where i left my car. i took off walking hoping against hope that the kids were okay. i passed a hill with water gushing down a drive, knew it was too wide to cross without getting my feet soaked. walked up the hill and observed a young woman in a layered diaphanous gown raise up her skirts and sit in the water crossed legged to ride the stream back down to the street. found a place to walk across and
then i was on the grounds of some kind of surfer's colony. i stepped inside for a moment and looked down a long white hall with numerous doors on either side. many of them shut when i entered and i understood that this was due to modesty on the part of the residents. a stray wetsuit, a board, these were how i knew it was a surfers colony and not a monastery.
i woke up vastly relieved that i had not left the kids in a strange day care past closing time.
there was more, dropping in here and there. a carnival right next door to the meeting, and a woman in Minnie Mouse shoes taking her feet out of the shoes and groaning as i passed. cotton candy and balloons. and who the hell knows what else. it was a dream, a crazy dream...
the moral of the story is never fall asleep watching cspan.
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