There is a high school below a few small extinct volcanos. Found myself atop this historic roof, it seemed odd that the volcanos had been paved over with black road top. It must have been for drainage?
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Taking pictures in ABQ with my camera... oh wait, where did this come from? Did someone send it back to me and I just don't remember opening it? Great! Miracle tour comes through again!
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I'm walking around water and it's warm.
Showing posts with label Albuquerque. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Albuquerque. Show all posts
Thursday, January 14, 2010
Saturday, May 23, 2009
Another Dream Where I See a Map.
I walked into the Craft Center and saw all my friends, I got on the computer to buy a train ticket to the little town outside of Seattle where I lived.
It was a city that started with a "B." Maybe Bremerton, Bellevue, Burien, or Bothell... Bainbridge Island? I had a big milk jug of water in one hand, and I was worried I wouldn't get there in time to go to class.
But somehow I got there. I had my suitcase next to me and I wondered distractedly if I really wanted to study French in grad school. Our teacher had long hair and was sitting cross legged on her desk with a guitar in her lap. But we could tell she was a hard ass. She told us to take out a piece of paper and start writing our first composition. She didn't tell us what to write, she just started playing the guitar. I realized that I would have to finish writing the composition before the song was over. I panicked and couldn't find a clean piece of paper.
"Can we write about Zombies?" asked Bryan, "We've been writing about them a lot anyways because of our community center." Kristen agreed. The teacher said we could write about anything. I tried desperately to remember everything that I'd written about zombies in French, but ended up describing a plate of food instead. As I described it I was simultaneously arranging it: small piles of delicate pastel-colored foods on an ornate platter.
Being in Washington I was surprised to notice the Sandias in the background as we drove through town. I said something like "It's just like Albuquerque!" Whoever I was with said something like "Yah that's where they filmed the movie."
It was a city that started with a "B." Maybe Bremerton, Bellevue, Burien, or Bothell... Bainbridge Island? I had a big milk jug of water in one hand, and I was worried I wouldn't get there in time to go to class.
But somehow I got there. I had my suitcase next to me and I wondered distractedly if I really wanted to study French in grad school. Our teacher had long hair and was sitting cross legged on her desk with a guitar in her lap. But we could tell she was a hard ass. She told us to take out a piece of paper and start writing our first composition. She didn't tell us what to write, she just started playing the guitar. I realized that I would have to finish writing the composition before the song was over. I panicked and couldn't find a clean piece of paper.
"Can we write about Zombies?" asked Bryan, "We've been writing about them a lot anyways because of our community center." Kristen agreed. The teacher said we could write about anything. I tried desperately to remember everything that I'd written about zombies in French, but ended up describing a plate of food instead. As I described it I was simultaneously arranging it: small piles of delicate pastel-colored foods on an ornate platter.
Being in Washington I was surprised to notice the Sandias in the background as we drove through town. I said something like "It's just like Albuquerque!" Whoever I was with said something like "Yah that's where they filmed the movie."
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