he took us up a hill. it was impossibly steep. like an anthill that is about one thousand meters tall. the road wound around along its length to the very top where, surprisingly, the surface was paper flat and about a fifth of the size of a football field. way, way below was the ocean. it looked like it had looked in my dream...a very dark blue with short, but strong chops. there were many, many foam topped, small waves, all broad but brief, only showing the foam for a few seconds. we got out of the car and looked around us. the light was pink everywhere in the sky, but it seemed to be sunset. i remembered all the mountain drive dreams i ever had. the desert mountains one that was in black and white with the endless drives to and fro over that one hill, specifically. the one where the road ran in ovals up to the plateau where the sky was white and its heat shimmered down in sheets while the tiniest car drove along the route, it looked like an ant compared to the size of its surroundings. i also remembered a pass with its sharp turns and endlessly deep gorges and ravines that drew me like giant magnets. their deepnesses were blackly green and moist. oceans of trees below me, fertile and rich with my fascination. my mind wanted to linger here, but i let it go. i looked to my left and saw a dragon in the sky. its huge body was rippling and flowing and it was made entirely of red and green matter. the mass looked compact, but when i looked more closely, i could see it was collected in the snakelike dragon shape, but it was not solid at all, in fact i could see to the other side of it in between the matter that made up its form. i looked closer and could now see that it was made entirely of red and green stars of all sizes. each and every single one was three dimensional. it was impressive and wondrous beyond belief. and it was bigger than the anthill or the parking area. only the ocean and space was larger than it. just in time i saw the dragon blink its monstrous eye r
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seasofme seasofme Mar 26, 2017 12:23PM
i think we consider too much the good luck of the early bird and not enough the bad luck of the early worm - f.d. roosevelthaha! made me laugh.
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