Dream

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I had a long, strange dream this morning as I was sleeping in late. I was back in Bangkok, walking barefoot down Sukhumvit Road. Feeling really good to be back after six years. Could hardly believe I was there. Thought that maybe I was dreaming and determined that nope, I'm not dreaming, I'm really here. Cool! People back home will be surprised I'm here. Stuck my head into a couple of go-go bars along Sukhumvit. Decided I'd come back later. Then things started getting really weird. It was Bangkok, but everything was different. It was like the 1960s architecturally, but on a massive scale. Sukhumvit petered out into a walking mall street, there was no Skytrain. An Indian family had set up an outdoor sidewalk bunk-bed dormitory business, 200 baht per night. I thought I can get a cheap hotel for that much. The cops on Sathorn Road were beating up a guy who had crashed his Corvette in the ditch. Gary and Joy took me to a pizza place called The Bomber. But we didn't quite get there. A girl standing on the walkover bridge near the Ambassador Hotel was shocked to see a clear hole in the polluted sky, but I could see that it was just an optical illusion, and I pointed this out to her. Huge white Concord-like US Air Force jets swooped acrobatically over the city. My bicycle got harder and harder to pedal and I stopped and examined the tires. They were both ripped to shreds.`````(Aug. 6, 2004)

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