Lucid Fly-by

  • In a modern art museum with my friend, Ben. When no one is looking, he grabs an Andy Warhol painting off the wall and runs out.

  • Fragment of Radha.

  • With my friend, Mario, we're in a car, driving down to the Oakes field. When we reach the edge of the grass, we both become lucid and decide to pull a Thelma and Louise--Mario floors it across the field towards the cliff edge--we know we're invincible. As we glide into freefall, I float free of the car and into the air. Now it is the world that is moving, not I, as I watch all the UC Santa Cruz colleges whiz by at the speed of sound. Sometimes my feet reach the ground again and I see people fighting with swords and trading goods. I meet others and talk to them about lucid dreaming. Now I'm sitting in front of the Porter College dining hall. Now I'm in my living room in Santa Rosa. I demonstrate flying to the others in the room as I leap up to the interior balcony. Now I'm in Italy, flying over an old city by a river. Down below my mother calls to me from the huge trees lining the riverbank, chastising me for my absent-mindedness.