Monday, October 14, 2013

William, Stoma, and Yoji

I was driving my truck through the trails at mini haha falls with the intention of filling up water at a spigot in the woods.  A park ranger informed me that I couldn't drive in the falls.  I tried to convince him to let me, but he wouldn't say yes.  I noticed there was a pipe with water coming out in the rangers office, and I pushed it back onto a shelf (it had been pouring onto the floor. (in protest)

The madness started, when William was demonstrating, how he could hang from one foot, from a trailer house that was tipped on its front end and rose upwards like a mini sky scraper.  I was up there with him, as well as some other students, and it was making me very nervous.  I kept looking down, and was sitting on the bumper, which swayed as I moved, and the whole set up felt horribly wrong.

At some point the whole contraption turned into a hot air balloon, and the whole group lifted off and flew over a park, with people like my neighbors in Lynhurst, who ooohed and ahhhh'd.   It became Stoma who was the teacher and I realized that he had requested a hot air balloon.

I was in some kind of post war anarchy, with someone like Stephen cox, and he was looking at out lawed video games, we were on a boardwalk by the ocean.  I tried not to look at the games thinking they must be either extremely violent or pornographic, but I was a bit curious.  Jaina came down a long narrow set of apartment stairs that led down to the street, and I went up with her.  She told me that she had taken 5 pills.  I was concerned for her, but she said she felt great and seemed really animated.  She was preparing a bath.

I walked down the hall a bit, saw Stephen Cox.  I was in a big school or university building with a front desk.  I realized I had my Berimbau.  It had a red chord attached to the bottom.  I walked down the hall, past a class that Stoma was teaching, and he commented about how I was holding a string instrument from Afghanistan.  I walked into a classroom, and Yoji had assembled a group of Capoeiristas and was giving a very motivational speech.  He had just come back from a trip to Bahia and was inspired.  I remember wondering how long that would last.  Then we were getting ready to play in a roda.  I didn't have the right close, but was wearing green army parachute pants over a pair of camo-sweat pants.  I wondered if I would have enough mobility.

At One point earlier I had been in a big class room.  And Jill Paquin was there, and I thought of here kindly, but she didn't speak to me at all, but at one point we were told to sit in a circle, and apparently I was sitting next to her friend, so I moved over to make space for her.

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