so in the dream I was paddling back out at the place I was surfing in realtime yesterday…
The jetskis were there in between sets and pretending they weren’t violating and then here comes the jet board guys too.
I decide to sit off to one side and lurk .thereby not acknowledging their presence like pulling the blankets overhead in hopes that when the blankets come down they wont be there…
I’m messing with my mat getting my face down close enough to the water to see the springtime pollen floating on the surface then I spy the mini oil slicks in between…my blanket of ignorance disolves and a comment is in order,how to be tactful …?
I speak up to asmall round bespectacled german industrialist with a girlfriend in blue plastic hair and large white sunglasses steetched out on the jet boards
" WHAT IS THE MEASURED AMOUNT OF RESIDUE FROM THE RUNNING OF THESE CRAFT PER HOUR?"
he replies with a condecending tone of the german aristocracy"THERE"S SO MUCH MORE POLLUTANTS FROM GREATER BOATS THAN THESE >>>"
I disolve into a funk of hoplessness as there is no stopping the Industrialization of the Natural Art…in my hoplessness I down stream it towards tiny hanalei where the hope of getting a real wave is remote…
my perspective is somehow elevated as I travel
behind me I see bright fish following behind
as I look theese fish morph into discernable Faries under water,
though I wonder if its some gremmie kid I know swimming under wateer to grab my board to try and rattle my composure…
the natural balance of things always sets in motion elements to find the equilibrium so easily upset…
“It was only a dream.” Famous last words. Dreams are just another reality. I fear the nature of the near-future new balance that will result from the upset of the old. But the very long view still gives hope, as the world will cleanse itself of the violators and begin a new cycle far beyond our time. Meanwhile, we can continue to seek the prisitine and let the water tell us its secrets.
Your dream was better than mine. I dreamed about work, and kept repeating to others over and over “What the hell are you doing?” But, now that I think about it, perhaps the dreams were the same, just in different waters.
I freakin give up, these panels of Walnut were there in the model houses when they de-salinified Salt Creek. The very same dream that you all are talkin about, but I didn’t carry enough salt tablets to cry me a river, although the marsh was still a good cover for a couple of young lovers. If you catch my bouquet? Ages ago. And still. The Monarch returns from it’s winter in Bahia del Eden. Thar she blows, If I can only ride her off this beach. Hey dad, The Jacque Cousteau Experience Themed Entertainment Venue fell through, but you almost had a sea museum right there off PCH? What about your monorail to downtown Anaheim Mickey Mouse Club, who wants gum, or Beach Blanket Dingo? Retro or reo or inverted and hanging by your teeth plans. REDEVELOP was an idea who’s time NEVER comes cause there’s always a NEW lot or beach. Was it a prayer I was waiting for? or to awaken from this dark matter dream. I still have hope cause the reality is all in side my head, and the radio crackles to life, and the SOS limited band of conscious entityness, sputters and spews. What’s it mean greenwich time slot prime? People have paid good money, and this time the bag holds more than just some sassy weed. It’s time to travel to the headlands of the Orinoco for my gee, I can’t figure anything out myself cruise and fell some more of the creators whiskers. They keep taking my treehouse and further humiliate by stabbing my happy hunting grounds with a pointed stake. Die you uncooth monster.
Bless you son, that you want to plane like me. The surfaces will be just right when you carve with your own eyes away all that isn’t a surfboard. And these old Walnut panels will make you the next chairman of the board.
The neurological mass of the world climbs as we speak here. How much more has amassed in the last instant, and how will it all connect up exponentially in the next and the next and the next? Will it be enough to change the course to a cleaner latitude and longitude, or will it crush itself with the learned inertia of so-whatness attitudes? I have a feeling it’s not up to me, but to those like you whose sons and daughters are now raising their sails to catch the winds. I raise my glass to the next chairpeople of the boards, and say “dream better, be better, do better.”
