Missmarketcrash has another dream...featuring Val...

Val felt like she had just woken up though she was sure she had been awake.  Yes.  They were there.  100's of small pebbles had been hurtling themselves toward her, then, they turned and retreated and dashed toward the horizon en masse and disappeared.  Last ones sucking in a strung-together curve as if something was pulling them all off the edge of the earth.  Adjusting her dark glasses, she glanced out the window at her reflection in the side mirror.  Still here she thought.  The car was stopped somewhere and he was gone.  She sat in the passenger seat and wondered how long it had been since he had left.  It never occurred to her to wonder where he was or whether he was coming back.

To know what to believe was the phrase that kept running through Val's head.  Her upper lip started to tremble again.  She tilted her head sideways against the cool glass to stop the thought and the trembling.  The angle was familiar to her and she thought again about sleep.  Time had changed and was going really fast and then really slow.  Then fast again.  And everyone's clock was different.  Under her cool breath against the window the fog formed before she drifted off.

And she wondered...

There were three boxes at her feet.  One was black, perfectly square, dull metal.  It was heavy, much heavier than its size would indicate.  The second was wrapped in ugly paper with a garish design.  The third was a perfect small thing with a bow.

Which one which one which one she thought.  She no longer trusted her taste.  Or anyone elses. And she thought she might be fooled or maybe it was a test.   The inside and the outside would surely be different.  Throw a coin, just grab one, smash them all...she nudged the heavy one with her toe.  Of course, she really did not get to choose at all.  She was just watching them. Just watching.  And waiting.  

She liked something different each day, he liked the same.  Ham sandwich ham sandwich ham sandwich.  Why was everything happening in threes?  In reality it was ham sandwich every day. But there was no more ham so it had to be different.  She felt another tremor in her lip as they rounded the corner.

Val looked out the side window.  She saw the reflection of the packages as they tipped a bit when the tires screeched.  She did not care anymore that they were going too fast.  She was used to it.

And then dear readers, Missmarketcrash woke and Val evaporated from her thoughts.  She peeled the nappy off of the little one and started the day.  And she wondered.

Val, sunglasses on, kept looking...

"Multi-paradigm viewpoints are blossoming" thought Val as she sat in the car, looking out the window.  He turned toward her but kept his eyes on the road.  He wouldn't understand anyway. There was a certain way of looking at things that seemed safe to him.  Reliable.  Right.

A light blinked ahead.  It made Val squint.  It ran in streams down the window in droplets.  A big blinking blur.  She drifted.  He drove.  Two hands, ten and two into the darkness.

Coffee.  Val really wanted a coffee.  She slowly tried moving her lips to ask him to stop, but she could not.  A small tremor is all she could muster.  With no sound.  

She wondered if he wondered what she was thinking.  They were driving through a place they had not been before.  It was hard to see through the rain and darkness, but, Val, sunglasses on, kept looking.

Then, dear readers, Missmarketcrash woke up.  She checked the news, forgot her dream, and instantly developed a big big crush on a man named Gilo Cardozo.  For a little of that magic we used to feel about cars, you must look at this story here...