sandboats

I was dreaming about sailboats that skim along the beach—the beach was windy and desolate feeling, almost like another planet, like the sky was a different color, orange with dark purple-grey storm clouds, and maybe there were creatures that could have lived on that planet that don’t live on this one— there were sails like boats in Thailand or Egypt that you raised with a rope, and as soon as I raised my sail, the wind snapped it out and I was zipping just over the sand, right along the waves. There were other people with me, a sandboat in front of me, and one behind me, we were yelling instructions to each other, it was important, not fun because of this feeling of gravity and desolation, but it was exhilarating.