1. I am on my way to a conference with my friend K. We’re stuck in traffic at the bottom of a VERY steep bridge and my friend spots a little dog who seems to be lost. She decides to stay and take care of the dog and I go on without her. I’m wondering how the car is ever going to get up something this steep.
2. I am at a conference in the woods somewhere with a bunch of dirty hippie activist types. I ask Bill Moyers if he thinks Lyndon Johnson killed Kennedy. “Oh, absolutely,” he says. Then I see Wendell Potter, who waves me over. He and Jim Hightower want to know what I was talking to Bill about, so I tell them. “Lyndon Johnson killed Kennedy? I did not know that!” Jim says. Wendell looks shocked.
The wind picks up and begins to rain hard, so we all huddle under a tarp. I stick my hand out and it doesn’t get wet. I realize it’s only milkweed, but the wind is so strong, the tiny spores are pelting us. Then I see a large black cloud blowing past on a hillside trail. I blink, and it’s really just a large evergreen the wind has uprooted. All this stuff is just blowing past, like a scene from the Wizard of Oz.
