of dreams and memories

there we were: deep in the khumbu region in nepal.

you, you were clutching at your hat, holding the front down as you made your descend down the cliff against the wind, as you tried to navigate our way out of the entire mess. me? well i tried my bumbling best to follow, considering that i was from the city and was more used to elevators rather than eroded stone steps.

we finally made it down to the river. funny, was this the start line for the nike human race? yes, it had to be, for the river had turned red from the mass of red runner nike tees. just do it, they chanted, as they counted down the seconds remaining to the start time.

but where was my nike tee? i had registered for this, no? by this time, you had disappeared into the angry swarm of red runners. i searched frantically around my knapsack for the tee, then around the surroundings for you. both were negative. i felt alone; i was alone.

the red mass throbbed as i ploughed into it shouting your name. no answer, no reply, just "just do it" screaming back at me. do what, i wondered. where what who how why.

why?

inside my knapsack i managed to find a chilled can of carlsberg. weird. how did it get there; i don't even drink this brand of beer. nevermind. i open the can and take a long slug of drink. its refreshing. the red crowd seems less threatening. then it is only one minute away from the start time. i can see this because i am pretty near the starting line; how i got there without the mandatory red nike tee is a mystery. hey, look - the guest of honour is starting the race already.

which turned out to be kim jong il.

then i woke up.