Dreamland

Irene wanted to go flying but she was scared. I told her not to worry about the jetliners because they were at a much higher altitude. “Wait until you see what’s up there,” meaning there were plenty of Cessnas at the lower altitude too.

Then we went to someone’s house, a woman with her extended adult family. She was mobility-disabled in some way. She couldn’t get around very well. The living room is large and spacious, with those large leather armchairs. Everyone goes into the kitchen, I go back to the door to let one of the family women in.

Somehow everything shifts and when everyone comes back out from the kitchen the living room is much larger. It’s the size of a football field, covered with a rubber inflatable roof. Inside, there’s a section covered with an awning that approximates the size of the old living room.

I’m underneath the awning, getting ready to throw a long-range boomerang so that it will avoid the awnings’ supporting poles, and curve back around behind the group that just came out of the kitchen, and maybe come back to me.

But I know it won’t work because the room is too narrow, so I throw it anyway, hoping they will at least get a chance to see some boomerang curvature before it hits the wall (or them!). It hits the ground and narrowly misses them.

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