Short
dream last night. I am under a
sky the color of a
de-tuned television. I am standing on a great
plain straight out of the
American Mid-west. A man dressed in a severe blue
shark-skin suit and large
glasses approaches me with something in his hand. He looks remarkably like the man who played
Dr. Eldon Tyrell in
Blade Runner. In his hand is a small,
chrome gun—all one piece and very
shiny. He
smiles as I
admire it, and then aims at a 45 degree angle up and
fires several times. His
shots blow
jagged black holes in the
sky.
I wake feeling nervous.