July 31, 2002

• In the dream I was travelling with my parents in a car. We were on a huge rural plain, where only grass and high-power pylons grew.
  
  My dad showed me a map that demonstrated what he was saying; he was saying that we shouldn’t go to the Golden Gate bridge because its planks had been rotting out. Then he showed me a corner of the map that had the visitor’s center of Merv Griffin’s estate. It occupied a large section of the map.
  
  Dad turned back into conversation with mom. They began discussing my aunt’s problems at work. Since 9/11, she had started a petition around the office that anyone found with explosives on the job should be fired. Apparently the news that she was the one who started it had gotten around, and so everyone was treating her poorly.
  
  While they were discussing this, I noticed something by the road. It was a huge roller-coaster. But not just a huge roller-coaster, a huge roller-coaster on a huge metal pylon up in the air. A pylon the size of a skyscraper with a full-size roller-coaster on top. And a few other coasters winding around inside. There were about five sets of cars winding their way through the structure, none in any danger of getting all that close to any other.
  
  Three things occurred to me: 1) I imagined myself held into a coaster car with only a seat belt, exposed to the elements, as it rounded that first curve, 50 storeys up in the air. 2) I imagined a string of cars coming off the track up there, and how long it would take for them to fall to the ground. 3) I wonder who was stupid enough to build something so dangerous, and why anyone would be attracted to riding the thing.
  
  For some reason, this coaster creeped me out. Its implication terrified me.
  

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