To Stop a Dream from Falling

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Flying toes

Meedo falls through a forest.

I dreamed of falling off a three-passenger bicy­cle through a forest of trees and land­ing on the roof deck of a Turkish library pop­u­lat­ed by new-age chain-smoking French twenty-somethings who believe that if we jump at just the right angle onto a rain-polished mar­ble incline we’ll land at just the right angle to slide off and bounce safe­ly onto a mush­room field of white tents that will emerge just to break our fall.

And just when we were lin­ing up to jump, the phone rang and woke me up. That’s what hap­pens when belief is chal­lenged: It is some­how saved by a ran­dom occur­rence, mir­a­cle from anoth­er world, or the bell.

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