WALT.
I want to say that it was a dream about orange groves and the light in the orange groves and the idea behind oranges of orange juice cold as blue tile against the bottom of your bare feet in the morning as oranges sat quietly in a quiet blue glass pitcher on the counter and how it was waiting for small children like a little sun floating in juice glasses and it would seem like a moment to them later of agelessness and they could be children forever even though it was a memory and we could all stay like children and our parents and grandparents could relax beneath the palm trees which was another part of the dream and I never dreamt of Cuban children on little rafts made of tires trying not to die in the ocean unless they were pirates which they were but that wasn’t the dream it wasn’t oranges and little kiddies running around I guess mostly I dreamt about money and mice
ORANGE GROVE WORKER.
And?
WALT.
And the singing Jews
ORANGE GROVE WORKER.
And?
WALT.
And the dancing Blacks