Jet lagged

At the exchange counter in Queen Alia airport the man told me he didn't accept Syrian coin, then proceeded to take my fifteen J.D. and change and few hundred Syrian pounds and give me twenty-six U.S. dollars for it. The colors in my wallet dissolved to a monochrome green. I wandered the duty-free shops. I contemplated buying candy for the trip, but the quantities all seemed too large.

I went to bed last night at almost midnight. I dreamed I was already in California, visiting P.K. I drove to her house in my mother's car. I invited her to join So.Le. and myself for a beach party tomorrow. When I went to leave the car was gone.

Oddly, P.K. was living in a house on an acre of land. The landscape looked more Connecticut than California. I had parked behind two trucks, and thought that another green car at the bottom of the hill was mine. Somehow, the trucks and car had all slipped out of gear and rolled down the hill into a swamp. The car behind the trucks was a green Taurus, but then P. pointed out it was a station wagon as opposed to the sedan my mother owns. I don't remember the resolution, but I remember another individual telling me that there had been a rash of stolen cars in the area.

I woke up at seven this morning. I wanted to continue sleeping but decided I needed to do laundry as early as I could. L.W. and G.F. are stopping by at noon for brunch. The countdown now begins for California. Posted by eku at May 22, 2004 8:47 AM