15/9/08

last night i dreamt i went bmx biking. my brother and i were down by the coast, along the sand dunes, next to the cliffs. at first i was apprehensive about riding the bike although i did it without complaining. my cousin arjun was there and he teased cruelly about my falling off repeatedly. i would jutt the rubbery front tyre into the grippy sand and propell myself face first into the ground. the sand was soft and filled my mouth and eyes with ants. but then i was riding like a professional with speed and agility and i left my boyish companions far behind and i was suddenly in a rousseau-ian jungle the bmx trail lavishly covered in maroon velvet like a film premiere. like a marc jacobs show with a sonic youth soundtrack i was as graceful as a catwalk model clearing the jumps like a panther.