this morning
runjini and i were together in some way, i think it was at my house with the sun shining. we were inside and the walls were really white. my friend alex johnson was visiting and it was spring break, but we had spent a lot of time together and were to that point of being annoyed with each other. it happens when you spend a long time together with somebody usually. so runjini and i went upstairs and did something, nothing sexual. then i come downstairs and i can see the plants through the window in the dining room. my mom informs me that alex already left because it was sunday and he had to get back to wherever he was before he was in my dream. this really pissed me off, him leaving without even telling me. whatever, alex. then it was my turn to leave, and i had to take a tiny plane back to wherever i was going. it departed from the parking lot of the strip mall by cici's pizza in denton, except i think i thought we were living in new york state at the time. anyways, runjini dropped me off and passively said good-bye. i was nervous about flying because the plane looked like one of the shuttles from star wars that the empire used. like the one darth vader arrives on when he gets to the death star. oh and there would only be four people on the plane and one pilot. so runjini and i let go of each other and like usual i was an emotional wreck. it didn't help that the plane was an animal house. after taking off, people were crazy and loud and i was sitting there clutching myself and praying to something that i wouldn't die. it was stormy outside but the pilot looked like jeff ho from dogtown and z boys and didn't care one bit about safety. people were throwing things and he would leave the command post and yell while the worst turbulence shook us. the plane was rocking back and forth and i saw it from the outside; it looked like a cardboard model in a gondry video or something and it was being tossed around in the sky. nobody inside cared. i just wanted to be with runja again. i shut my eyes.
i was in my minivan with dad driving and runjini in the back. apparently my father had been selected to go on a civilian mission to the moon (a great honor) and we were accompanying him to the launch site. we were driving on this curvy rural road and finally there was a big wooden sign over a dirt driveway that led straight up this hill. it was like going to summer camp except it was space camp. the road was too steep and cars were parked everywhere, like people just abandoned them in a mad rush to get to the top. my dad had to back up and really drive carefully through the mess; sometimes he just pushed the cars out of the way with our big vehicle. finally the road leveled off and the trees cleared for this big, low, 1970s government building on top of the hill. we park and go in together, the three of us. my dad is really irritable, nervous i guess. the expedition is a business venture so all of these corporate suits are going and my father was chosen to represent the arts. it is a big job to represent something other than yourself (don byron said something like that). i had this mental image of all these fat suits drifting through the airlock and then here comes my dad holding his tenor case. anyways we walked in through these sliding glass doors and it felt quite dark, metallic, and cramped. my dad got a nice room right off the main hallway where we could wait before he departed. the window had a view of some grass and trees, quite calming. we went to the nasa store and looked around. runjini was kind of bored and i thought everything they had for sale was dumb, but my dad found a dj spooky cd and was really excited. he wanted to listen to it in space. i guess that is the best place to listen to dj spooky: in space. for some reason, i felt more mature than my dad, i guess because i was more jaded or uninterested. we went back to his room and my dad wanted to rest. he got kind of cranky before traveling in space. he laid down and runjini and i stood there by a table with his things on it. he had a line of books that was bookended by a bunch of hair products like shampoos and things. i leaned on the table and everything slid off, waking my dad and causing him to yell at me. the books just wouldn't stand up again and i couldn't get the bottles to brace the weight of the heavy books. i gave up. runjini and i weren't interacting much. i'm pretty sure she was there, but i'm not 100% positive. i went to the window to look out. looking closely at the bottom, i saw the grassy scene curling up like paper. i opened the window and reached out. the picturesque scene was a fake, only printed on a window covering that hung on the outside, like my window covering in my dorm room but on the outside. i was horrified. i leaned out further and tore it off, the plastic falling into the room and waking my dad. the real landscape was this barren, desolate mesa, nothing there except big garbage-truck-like machines or combines combing the frozen ground and moving slowly like giant insect larvae. it seemed possible that this was the moon and that we were already there. i looked over to my dad and he was angry at me but confused too. where were we?
i was in my minivan with dad driving and runjini in the back. apparently my father had been selected to go on a civilian mission to the moon (a great honor) and we were accompanying him to the launch site. we were driving on this curvy rural road and finally there was a big wooden sign over a dirt driveway that led straight up this hill. it was like going to summer camp except it was space camp. the road was too steep and cars were parked everywhere, like people just abandoned them in a mad rush to get to the top. my dad had to back up and really drive carefully through the mess; sometimes he just pushed the cars out of the way with our big vehicle. finally the road leveled off and the trees cleared for this big, low, 1970s government building on top of the hill. we park and go in together, the three of us. my dad is really irritable, nervous i guess. the expedition is a business venture so all of these corporate suits are going and my father was chosen to represent the arts. it is a big job to represent something other than yourself (don byron said something like that). i had this mental image of all these fat suits drifting through the airlock and then here comes my dad holding his tenor case. anyways we walked in through these sliding glass doors and it felt quite dark, metallic, and cramped. my dad got a nice room right off the main hallway where we could wait before he departed. the window had a view of some grass and trees, quite calming. we went to the nasa store and looked around. runjini was kind of bored and i thought everything they had for sale was dumb, but my dad found a dj spooky cd and was really excited. he wanted to listen to it in space. i guess that is the best place to listen to dj spooky: in space. for some reason, i felt more mature than my dad, i guess because i was more jaded or uninterested. we went back to his room and my dad wanted to rest. he got kind of cranky before traveling in space. he laid down and runjini and i stood there by a table with his things on it. he had a line of books that was bookended by a bunch of hair products like shampoos and things. i leaned on the table and everything slid off, waking my dad and causing him to yell at me. the books just wouldn't stand up again and i couldn't get the bottles to brace the weight of the heavy books. i gave up. runjini and i weren't interacting much. i'm pretty sure she was there, but i'm not 100% positive. i went to the window to look out. looking closely at the bottom, i saw the grassy scene curling up like paper. i opened the window and reached out. the picturesque scene was a fake, only printed on a window covering that hung on the outside, like my window covering in my dorm room but on the outside. i was horrified. i leaned out further and tore it off, the plastic falling into the room and waking my dad. the real landscape was this barren, desolate mesa, nothing there except big garbage-truck-like machines or combines combing the frozen ground and moving slowly like giant insect larvae. it seemed possible that this was the moon and that we were already there. i looked over to my dad and he was angry at me but confused too. where were we?