Carlsbad, CA
Fall of 1988
A younger version of myself lies asleep in bed:
My dream is scattered...incoherent...then order emerges.
A scene materializes, Iam standing, looking through my own eyes at a school yard.
It is early in the morning, school hasn't officially began yet.
The school yard bounds the south and east faces of the campus buildings.
There are several hundred students milling about, socializing, or playing sports.
I look to my right and I see several tennis courts, basketball courts, and an Olympic size pool, people dive.
I look to my left and I see several dusty brown baseball and soccer and football fields.
I look straight ahead and I see Duane Cummings passing by, I call out to him.
(Duane Cummings was a former school chum who had relocated out of my life some months before)
Duane sees me and he is delighted, he welcomes me to my new school.
I feel mostly anxious and dwarfed, but pleasently anticipatory, too.
The scene changes. I am without a body. My view is like a birds.
I see a three story beige and gray apartment complex built on a hillside along a curvy road.
The road is lined with great beautiful trees, on of the buildings appears to be under construction.
It occurs to me in my dream that my father (who was a carpenter) may come to work on this building.
My dream moves again into scattered, jumble territory...blackness...
I awake. My dream is oddly vivid and though it is brief, it doesn't pass with my alarm's rude awakening even unto this day.
Vista, CA
Spring of 1989.
I moved away from Carlsbad, CA to Vista, CA. (somewhere to which I had never traveled.)
My family moved into a three-story beige/gray apartment complex that sat on a hill along a curvy road--
the same configuration as in my dream, though there were no trees lining the road or construction to be seen.
My new school, Washington Middle School, was the largest grammar school I'd ever attended, hundreds in my class alone.
I was amazed at the school's physical education facilities that bounded the campus on its South and East ends:
tennis courts, basketball courts, several football and baseball fields (without a blade of grass), and a pool replete with high dives and lap lines.
After attending the school for a matter of weeks, I was shocked and delighted to run into my old friend Duane Cummings in the library.
