In my dreams, I generally get along with and like the people I encounter. I get to do all sorts of cool shit in my dreams.
In my waking life, I do not want to be around anyone or go anywhere.
Last night, I was on a vacation to the Big Island with my mom and sister. We walked around some shorelines I was already familiar with and my sister and I talked to a lady in the shady grove of a lagoon who had a little pedal type boat for sale. Our hotel room was ultra ultra modern, so that i hardly recognized the furniture and fixtures for what they were. The beds looked like nubby pixellated LEGO pieces.
At the hotel entrance I saw a man loading skis into the back of a van. I asked him if they were going to Mauna Kea - he said yes, and that the snow was great and the shuttle was only $3. I told him that I didn't have skis, but might go along and see if I could borrow or rent some. He told me the shuttle was leaving at 1:00 and I had ten minutes to decide. I ran upstairs to my uber modern room and grabbed some money. I noticed the road up to the top of the Volcano had been paved and commented on how I remembered it being gravel. There was lots of snow up top. I could
see down and out forever. There were also chairlifts and a little lodge (no such thing on the real life Mauna Kea).I asked around about skis and boots to borrow. I met old co-workers from PC, neither of them wanted to loan me their skis and were predictably snotty about it. Finally I saw a 12 or 13 year old girl sitting on the floor with her boots off looking kind of pouty and flushed. I asked if I could borrow her gear and she said yes. She had a pair of orange Technica jr racers, I think they were hurting her feet. They fit me though a bit small, and the liner under the left heel was sort of bunched up and uncomfortable but I would make do. The skis were old rusty straight skis, too short for me, with the bindings set waay back toward the tail.
Nonetheless I was excited to ski the volcano. I paid my money into a change-type machine which printed out lift ticket. I put the change from my $50 in my pocket. Then I found some stray poles and picked out the right size. Off I went down the hill. After a few turns I was in the shade of a cliff wall and had to carve up to my right around a bare rocky spot. I was surprised that my edge held. Afterword I made several short swing turns avoiding rocks etc in a tight spot. I had to traverse back to the right to get to the chairlifts rather than continue down to the bottom of the road. I road the chairlift up, marveling that I really could see the ocean forever in all directions. I made a second run, then met the shuttle driver.
