For starters, I'm in New Zealand, which is lovely, but I have a sense
that New Zealand isn't safe and that I might have to swim to the
mainland, which I can just see, or almost see, off the horizon. And
Elyssa is there and I'm supposed to come sit with her in this curious
natural formation, which is out a little ways from the beach, except I
kept getting waylaid by all these people who want to talk about the
differences between New Zealand and America, and I'm having a grand old
time chatting with everyone and I go into the B & B and
the owner is expecting each person to sit down with Premiere and cut
together a few clips from hit movies, so I decide I can spend a few
minutes doing that even though Elyssa is still waiting for me out there
in the little tide-pool structure off the beach. It ends up taking like
half an hour, and drunk people keep coming in and disrupting me but
finally I finish it and it's just after dark now and everyone's telling
me I have to go to this party so I set off with this older guy and
decide I need to have a white rose. Then this girl in this tiny
sportscar who is laying belly-down (to drive the car, yes) crashes onto
the curb near where we are. And I throw her the white rose and then
immediately regret it, because it was destined for Elyssa, so now I
have to find another white rose. Suddenly the roads are full of people.
Some of these people have cars that are about half as big as some
others, and again somebody crashes nearby and I'm walking around in the
summer night with this old guy.
I had gotten there (New Zealand) by taking off from a flight
simulator, but that's another story.