I had a dream last night
I was working on my project at a campus cafe in a blue mountain.
It was 3 o’clock in the morning when I finished, and Mom called to make sure my safety as usual.
The mountain was quiet and a bit lonely, like the Nighthawks by Edward Hopper.
I like that, I enjoy dipping myself in such tranquility after an impetuous day.
So I wandered to a bus station, which seemed to be the only warm ball of light in this ocean deep forest.
There were a few others like me, we waited patiently.
Soon a bus came.
I managed to open google map, only to find my phone died and all others have left me.
In afraid of being left alone, I blocked the bus’s way, buying myself more time.
As I struggle, Antony walked out the cafe towards me and stopped before hitting the bright beams of the bus headlight.
“Cheers Jamie! It’s our third time bumping into each other”, Antoine said.
He never seemed too surprised with anything.
“What you doing here?”,
I gasped in delight.
Antoine did not answer, but like all dreams, your subject (which is part of your reflection)
seems to knew I am in desperate need for a ride.
———-The bus left.———
Antony took me to his vehicle.
At first glance it was a motorbike by a mint green 60s convertible.
Then three friends of Antoine showed up, those I met at The School of Life.
“It’s impossible that we fit in...”
I thought to myself.
Suddenly the motorbike transformed into a Jeep, and the five of us hit the road.
We were driving gentle but swiftly in the navy forest, like a dance with the blue mountain.
So fast that the spruce by the road seemed to dissolve.
A LEFT TURN!
Our vehicle was about to crash into the woods, before we touched, the surface MELTS into liquid and
SPLASH!
A breaking wave wrapped us, sparks of light shed through from the dim light of stars.
Drops of water specked in, and I giggled in disbelief.
“We are surfing!”
I exclaimed.
(In the mountains?)
“Do it again!”
I yelled.
(I must take a picture of that obscure scene)
This time, something’s coming through that wave.
I held my camera upwards, ready to capture that dark shade.
Then a soft, squishy touch brushed through the back of my hand.
I quivered. Went blank in my head.
“... what’s that?”
It’s a tongue.
“It’s a baby blue whale”
The boy sitting next to me answered.
At long last, after a few more splashes,
I was rewarded with a grin on my face,
and a dripping wet hand
as we ride the forest wave with a baby blue whale at four in the morning.
Then twilight came.
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