I dreamt a huge liner stood in the desert, its crew leaning
over the railing looking down as though the ship were
plowing through the waves of sand. I was afraid to ask
how a ship could come to rest in the desert. I was afraid I
might hear of a monstrous happening that would set my
heart to beating wildly and kill me with its fear. The world
itself was strange enough and that was all I cared to know,
and so I hailed the crew from my position on the sand and
asked where they were sailing to and was answered, Into
the desert. I was glad to get such an absurd answer, since
I could assume it masked their own fears.
Can I climb on board, I then asked and was answered Yes
promptly and a rope ladder dropped down. Eagerly I
climbed it. We would go through with this madness
together, think of it as real as life itself and help each other
live it through.
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