home :: dreamsTue, 17 Feb 2004
In Southern California walking south along the shore towards the border. A jade mountain stands at the border blocking further travel. Massive and jagged.
A few rocks break loose and tumble down the mountain. Then the ground shakes violently for a few seconds followed by a large landslide of jade. I turn and walk - then run - north in case the landslide gets bigger.
Quiet now, but the sea sounds angry. I'm concerned about a possible tidal wave. Walking north, below arches while the ground slowly oscillates, I'm concerned about the walls collapsing on my head.
Then calm. I turn and head south again. I don't want to miss the action. Back near the jade mountain everyone is gone except a group of surfers lounging on cots. I share a cot with another guy, back-to-back. Just being there. Waiting. Occasional smalltalk. Just there with the sand, the sea and the mountain. And the possibility of ...