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boccaderlupoi dreamed I was on a deserted corner lot where once there had been a home; across the way, a tightly packed strip mall from the '90s. The lot had grown up a stand of trees of various types. On the street between the two were arrayed myriad fire apparatus with hoselines draped across the street, but no obvious fire.
I went inside the trees, which revealed a compartment that seemed to be the inside of a van or some cramped plane. A friend of the family who now lives in Portland was in there, and she was apparently a stowaway. Along the walls of the travel compartment were piled up various video game containers that looked as if they were my son's. One of them bore a picture of dinosaurs battling it out. But when I picked them up, there were no cartridges or discs inside them. I shook them out, and then went to the street.
As I moved back through the trees, a young pine toppled sideways, completely uprooted. A firefighter who looked like the actor Anthony Mackie came running up to see if everything was all right, and began tending to the tree, which had folded up as if it were being packaged for Christmas.
Across the street at the strip mall, i heard a yell, and there was the blurred form of a guy I used to work with, Carl, a former college football player. Carl lobbed something into the air, and I instinctively went to catch it, almost tumbling into the road, thinking it was a football. When it landed in my arms, it turned out to be a melon.
"Carl!" I hollered in disgust--it was a honeydew.
I went inside the trees, which revealed a compartment that seemed to be the inside of a van or some cramped plane. A friend of the family who now lives in Portland was in there, and she was apparently a stowaway. Along the walls of the travel compartment were piled up various video game containers that looked as if they were my son's. One of them bore a picture of dinosaurs battling it out. But when I picked them up, there were no cartridges or discs inside them. I shook them out, and then went to the street.
As I moved back through the trees, a young pine toppled sideways, completely uprooted. A firefighter who looked like the actor Anthony Mackie came running up to see if everything was all right, and began tending to the tree, which had folded up as if it were being packaged for Christmas.
Across the street at the strip mall, i heard a yell, and there was the blurred form of a guy I used to work with, Carl, a former college football player. Carl lobbed something into the air, and I instinctively went to catch it, almost tumbling into the road, thinking it was a football. When it landed in my arms, it turned out to be a melon.
"Carl!" I hollered in disgust--it was a honeydew.
