Wednesday, July 12, 2006

DREAMS


One night, I dreamt that I flew (like Superman) all the way to Colorado from Kabul to visit my mother. When I came back to Colorado I told her. She said, "I know. I saw you!" Of course, I know that dreams last for a very short time, but I swear it took me a good twenty-four hours to get to Colorado from Afghanistan.

I've never had so many lucid and beautiful dreams as I did in Afghanistan. I would wake up at anytime and groggily step to my typewriter, just inches away, and start tapping down my dreams in the darkness and silence of my bedroom, not caring about spelling, just getting out the news of my strange dreams. Unfortunately, my dreams and other writings were destroyed when I lived in Juarez. Not on purpose. They were inside a metal chest, covered with plastic; but rain, beautiful rain, found its way into the chest, and macerated my thoughts and dreams. I recovered only one old notebook, containing notes from books I've read. The other notebooks contained only inky blurs.

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