I am driving up rainier with Luke. We are looking for a Pho place. There are so many but they are all closed or closing, must be a holiday or the end of the day. We find one where MLK and Rainier meet. Where the fish and chips under the monorail are now. We park and the asian lady comes out and tells us that we must repark. We do so. Syd comes down and parks next to us. We get out and instead of going into the Pho joint, which does look very good; warm and bright and clean. We walk up towards Beacon Hill. There is a huge drainage ditch made from big blue plastic barrels cut in half, it goes along the foot of Beacon Hill. As we walk we start to float. Petey is there now and Gloria. My mom pulls out two roaps, maybe they are electrical cords, they are about three feet in length. She hands one to me and keeps one herself. I hold onto Gloria and Syd Petey. We start to fly. Up the hill we go, up above and very close to power lines, the tall elephant grass blows beautiful in the wind coming up from the traffic on Rainier. We are adventurous now, fearlessly we fly down very close to the grass, it tickles our faces, this is fun. Looking up, the hill has almost reached its plataue. Jauntily we bring our power cords down to the ground and land. We crawl up the last section of the hill. It is very steep. On the road the police are arresting somebody. Petey walks up ahead and he is naked, no collar, no leash. I try to grab a hold of his scruff but he bows under my hand like a cat, very supple. The police looks but take no interest. We continue to walk up the street.
In the world, the killers kills you. In dreams, the killer works for you.
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