Deceleration

It’s snowing in Boulder, Colorado today. I just came from the desert. Before that I was ice climbing.

Three nights ago, I had a dream that my van would not slow down on a New Jersey off-ramp. Even inside of my dream I recognized the symbolism. Determinedly, I brought in the “decelerator” to my mechanic and asked him to fix it. He did. My dream self told my real self, there, it is better now, you can sleep. Never mind that I have not driven in Jersey since college, never mind that there is no such thing as a decelerator. I was proud of my semi-conscious state. I was evolved. And then I got the flu.

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