alpine ice skating

okay, i'm not really sure how this dream started out but i was lost in fuckin' LA or mexico or some godawful place with lots of sun....and i was on rollerblades, 'cause that's an obvious addition : ) either way, i remember roaming around the streets, trying to catch a bus and trying to figure out how the hell to get where i was trying to go....(not sure where that was)...i end up in a teenager pool hall, crusty as hell, the woman at the desk was less than helpful....so i roam around s'more, wait with some other folks at a bus stop and ask them for help...no help. they eventually give up on the bus too. kinda weird but the bus numbers had some vague relation to the bus system back in hawaii (aptly called "the bus")....just a 'feeling' i have.

either way, at some point i decide to just blade to wherever i'm going...wherever the hell that is. {sidenote...i just got some wicked deja vu about another dream i had....i think a long time ago...too vague to talk about, but such is deja vu, no?} either way....where was i blading?

up.

yeah....i just started going up hill.....i'd go and pick the steepest streets that went up to god knows where 'till finally i couldn't see anything higher than this last, insane incline that probably shoulda' been made of stairs. at this point my legs were burning, my heart was pumping, and i was putting everything i had into my strides to keep the wheels rolling. for some reason a pack of bikers were roaring up behind me, but stopping at the base of this hill that i was braving. ONE of them (a dark blue one...all of them were covered up with dark helmets...) started following me and his friends watched him, confused. he didn't make it up..i didn't look back 'cause i was concentrating on going forward but i know he eventually gave up.

now this is the weird shit. i get to the top of the hill....and all of a sudden there're these two skiiers there....dressed up in dorky ski stuff (i just think skiiers usually look dorky in their jump suits and such), and they just take off down the other side (i can't see over yet). i'm just like....*shrugs* okay and i approach the peak of my ascent with raging confidence....take a peak over, and there's just an ice luge that twists and turns for what looks like MILES down this mountain, starting with a take off that goes just shy of STRAIGHT FUCKING DOWN for about thirty yards maybe. these skiiers just went FLYING down it. oh, i forgot to mention that somewhere in the transition from LA to the top of the world, the temp dropped to...well...cold and i was appropriately dressed and fitted with ice skates. now i've never seen anyone go down a luge on ice skates (it was a flat luge, not curved like a halfpipe...just had plastic bariers about a foot high on either side of the maybe 4-5 foot ice channel)...but for some reason it seemed like a good idea. i REALLY had to gather my courage to do this, and i ended up just jumping down, and bracing each skate on a side of this thing, kind of wrapping my hand around the outside of the barrier...which was overgrown with ice so that provided no resistence, but some stablity. so i flew down that vertical cliff of ice like a fuckin' ....i dunno...rock maybe. when i think i can't go any faster without like...getting my head dislocated, it finally levels out and briefly goes back up into a little jump.

like a fuckin' ANIMAL, i transition from my falling angle pose SEAMLESSLY onto my feat and in a crouching position without even leaving the ice ont he hump. i can still feel it, SO nice. it reminds me of some maneuvers in bodyboarding where you carve the wave and you feel like you're just a part of it, moving with it, making love to it....okay that's enough.

but yeah, after that, i'm unstoppable. i fuckin' tear that shit up, cutting turns, going fuckin' horizontal (like such a sharp turn my feet are horizontal with my head) at times and just rockin' the known universe. i finish up with the greatest feeling of accomplishment i've ever experienced (i have a vivid subconscious) and start roamin' around this new territory i'm in. it's full of trees, it's some kind of resort....reminds me of switzerland. *shrugs* something interesting happened at the end that i can't quite remember right now, but when i wake up, i sit up and smile....i knew instantly that i'd just woken up from an amazing dream and it was still fresh in my mind even though i was wide awake like THAT *snaps fingers*.

of course i WAS waking up four hours later than i had planned because my alarm clock decided NOT to go off at 8am....i thought i was completley fucked for those two finals (this was tuesday morning sleep, btw)...but they turned out good. and i conquered the craziest alpine ice skate the world has ever known!

i have the need
the need
for speed.