one small desert dream

Drop me: parachute out, a tiny girl in the sky. a cool breeze, like a corona in the desert. I land in a poof, large expanse of a red and white, parachute island. the view is different here! at first the world was a doll-house. little doll trees, little finger-dent mountains, a puddle of green-spilt Kool-aid. I am Alice in the sky: Awkward thighs and big feet. Landing, I am a doll, feet melting on scorching new ground. This view is an ever-expanding, immeasurable red sand-land.

Can we connect this movie to our school/work dimension? the closest link to this dream is the Pre-loved license plated stereotype called Volkswagen Van. It is the shiny consumer land on concrete beside the Philipino shop that sells hot-dried mangoes and fans for straw brooms. My feet would probably stop melting if the mangoes laid under my soles. Volkswagen would roll with me from Canada to Arizona, until I found the nerve to dive from a helicopter.