Flying Canoe over Urdesa
I dreamt thisThe dreamer boards a canoe with a woman bearing grandmother's face in flooded Urdesa streets, flying over Santa Ana hill toward the malecón as the clock reads…
Flying Canoe over Urdesa
I had a really strange dream. I was arriving at my hideout in Urdesa, but the street looked like a tidal estuary, completely flooded with water. The crazy thing was that it wasn't hot, but rather a freezing cold that chilled me to the bone.
Suddenly, a woman appears in a canoe, but she had my grandmother's face. She tells me: "get in, friend, we're heading to the malecón". When I get in, the canoe starts flying over the Santa Ana hill and the clock in La Rotonda read 25 hours. Everything was cool until I realized I was broke, and the woman starts asking me to pay the fare in live crabs. How crazy is that?
Scene 1
The dreamer stands at the edge of a flooded Urdesa street that has become a tidal estuary of dark, icy water. A bone-chilling cold rises from the surface, turning the familiar neighborhood into a surreal, silent lagoon beneath a gray sky.
