There are memories that form for me a kind of mind-Tumblr.
In dreams I may see half a second of a real place -- a place I have seen but never visited. The memory places I am thinking of are places seen while on a family trip long ago.
A donkey in a back lot along California Highway 99...
A pool in the Silver Fork of the American River seen from U.S. Highway 50...
A clump of blue chicory blossoms along a fence line way out Jackson Road...
A grouping of granite and pines somewhere up route 41 toward Fish Camp...
Countless mental snapshots of places we never stopped. These can be the beginning or the end of a meandering, morphing dream terrain, or they can be background images flashing by.
Lying on my stomach on a warm boulder watching beautiful graceful Japanese fish dancing in the clear water below... Best. Dream. Evah.
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