dreamt of being in venezuela with my brother and steve. we were walking through the dirty streets of a city, dark, we didn't know where we were. we had flown there on a whim without any guide or research. they wanted to get inside, went to a concert that cost $75 so i waited in the lobby. i was hungry and the tough woman security guard gradually brought out trays of catered food from inside, like at the panels. i waited. laurie might have been with us too. then we were with a school trip to go down under ground, far far underground. i kept thinking of the weight of the ground above us. when we got down there most people were still in this auditorium like place but a few of us felt like doing strange movement in mockery of the authority figures who asked us to stop. then we went out much faster than we went in. in fact we weren't very far underground at all. it was like a disneyland ride. we came out into a parking lot, a different place from where we had entered. there were some big box stores and this opening where we came out, hundreds of us, which you wouldn't normally notice.
posted by Liza 29.1.07