SAUDI ARABIA / SWIMMING POOLS

Thanks to Paul Kwiatkowski for a cool shout-out to Midnight Picnic.

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I've been sleeping a tremendous amount lately.

Just woke up from a dream where, first, I was driving around a somewhat modified Los Angeles.  Everything was closer together and a little more vivid/cartoony, which I guess goes without saying since it was a dream.  I kept discovering elaborate pool complexes, like pools surrounded by hanging gardens, and maze-pools.  One was in the Hollywood Hills and another was in West Hollywood.  I went swimming in them with other writers.

Then I dreamed that I was back in high school, or just out of high school, and my class was going on a trip to Saudi Arabia.  I had certain clothes I wanted to wear there.  But when we got there, I realized I had brought nothing but boxer shorts.  I quickly went back to America (not sure how that works), missing a sort of field trip, and when I got back to America I was in a strange garden at twilight with my brother, who told me he'd seen on the news that all my former classmates had been tortured and killed by the Taliban.  (They were in Saudi Arabia, in this dream.)  He told me what had happened to each of them.  A large ant-eater, almost the size and shape of a deer, with glowing eyes came out of the shadows and began to look for smaller, squirrel-like animals to eat as my brother went through the names.