and she said.. "how you interpret the dream is probably more important than the dream itself"

An Entry from the Beaches

June 30th:
So, as some of you may know, I am kitesurfing these days. After spending plenty of time on the beach, learning to fly the kite, I have about two and a half weeks ago ventured into the water.

So, friday was the most wind I've seen at the beach, this summer, anyway, so I was rather psyched to get out on the water. Of course, more wind offers more possibilities, and I was brave enough to try a few jumps. Damn. Lots of fun, and also, virtually effortless. I'm not flying out of the air or nothing, but I am getting two and three foot jumps pretty consistently. Well, one of the later jumps of the day found me in the air concurrently with a strong gust of wind, where this combination sent me two or three feet up, and easily 5 feet down wind. Head first. Upon entering the water, I knew that my glasses, though tied to my head, probably wouldn't make it, and, alas, they did not. A second consideration was the large amount of seawater I consumed swimming back to the surface. Also unfortunate, was the fact that I was upwind of a barge, and having crashed my kite, was in danger of dragging into said marine faring vessel.

I don't crash into the barge at this time. I'm explaining to you because you looked nervous. Rather, I was pulled, at a decent clip with kite now resting on the water, past the huge barge's bouy. Say that three times fast. Without my glasses, I couldn't see what the brown mass was on the bouy, but as I pulled forward, it began to bark at me. "Hmm. How strange for dogs to be on a bouy several miles from shore," I thought. They were not so much dogs, as sea lions, and they were not so much barking, but barking angrily at me. As I got closer about four of the big ones jumped off the bouy and swam in my direction.

Maybe I was a little bit, concerned. Anyway, this all came to pass because I was having difficulty relaunching my kite. As if it were a scene made for T.V, the kite rights itself, launches, and I sail away to shore, unscathed, never knowing if it was an actual attack, or a simple misunderstanding. That is all.