strange dream. a sort of fairy queen appears and we argue over veils in a steamer trunk. her capricious affections reverse track and i have to flee for my life. on a bus. i’m so frightened that i can’t sit still, staring out of the window in agitation, flinching at every creak of the bus. pull the cord. scream at the driver to let me off. he’s sympathetic and stops in an undesignated unloading zone which happens to be directly in front of a gunsmith’s shop. i hop out and the gunsmith is one i know in real life. i keep trying to buy something from him, though it isn’t a gun. he becomes increasingly frustrated because every time i hand him a bill it shrinks into shriveled counterfeit. he makes a joke, but i know he’s annoyed. i offer to pay with my debit card but it keeps warping. finally, after a long angry line has formed behind me, and all of the shop boys are on the verge of tears, the transaction is complete. everyone cheers. i’m nearly crying. i say, “thanks, sykes.” and he says, “no problem, kid.” he pats my arm and i climb back onto the bus. the driver also pats my arm. we start to drive away again and a fight breaks out between a bunch of men over guns and politics. i want to get away. i make a noise, a quiet but unearthly noise, and for a moment the men stop bickering. the bus stops. several of the men behind me stand to debus. as they file by they’re carrying AK-47s. i shrink in my seat. the last of their group is a woman. she points the muzzle of her gun at me and hisses. suddenly i sit up straight and glare at her defiantly. she laughs that it isn’t loaded and departs. i wait a moment and start to depart also. on the last step of the bus stairs i pause and survey the town i’ve landed in. on the sidewalk stands the fairy queen. suddenly i hear the word “spinnet” in my head. the queen’s lips don’t move, but i hear the word. the language is deformed somehow so that i’m not entirely sure i’ve heard right. then it’s tenpins. pinnets. spindrift. yes, spindrift. that’s the word. she flashes white and i wake up.
haven’t been able to get spindrift out of my head all day. i knew the meaning of the word, but decided to google it to see if there existed an alternative meaning. nope. but interestingly, i did discover that leucothea is the goddess associated with spindrifts. her oracle takes the form of dreams. in the odyssey she offers mr. o a veil to protect him and keep him afloat, and counsels him to let go of his broken raft, his torn cloak. neat-o.
in other news…
had a lovely hike with a lovely fella. (dignum memoria: those people whom you encounter that from the jump put you at ease — hang onto those.) found monardella and giant nettle-leaf hyssop and hummingbird sage along the trail. stood in the shade jointly huffing the scent of crushed leaves. still haven’t broken the nervous habit of talking incessantly about myself in the presence of someone new-ish. (fie!) in spite of that it was an incredibly nice time with a charming, witty, thoughtful biped. and a sexy one to boot.
it’s muggy now, but i think the rain forecast for today isn’t going to make an appearance. the corn and tomatoes need a sip. and so.