Border Crossing Dream
Posted on January 16, 2012
I drive up to a parking lot that looked similar to an airport lot, full of electronic signs and free spot indicators. I found a spot and walked to a long line of people. I was with a woman who I don’t know in reality waiting for tickets from a row of machines that would allow us legal passage into certain national parks we wanted to visit.
The line was long and the number if tickets was limited, so some people were trying to trick their way farther up in line. I decided this was unacceptable so when I got up to the machine the woman got our tickets while I held the crowd at bay by acting completely insane and spitting half chewed food in them. I was particularly annoyed with one man and told him I was going to stalk him after we got our tickets.
Having printed the tickets we checked a table full of travel goods. The woman I was with was extremely sullen and pawed through some medicine on the table. She consulted me and then chose a small vial of that seemed to be some kind of illegal drug in pill form. No one was working at the table so we left a Sacajawea dollar coin and walked off.