I left my childhood home, homeless now I walked on dirt roads in Norway in mid-spring but it was warm, someone remarked how cold it got at night.
I came upon a giant illegal encampment. They had places to sleep, shops, open air markets and I slept in a animal skin lined room quite comfortably.
I walked to the open air market and police were rounding up people, arresting them, so I turned and walked the other way. Now I was Clint Eastwood. I walked through and the other end had police as well. I walked past them as if I wasn't with these vagrants and a cop asked me, "did they have the forge up?" I said I didn't know, I was just passing through. He accepted that.
I walked on with others and police to the airport where there was a giant bamboo structure built with rickety wires and gratings. I walked with a girl with braces, scooby do in human form, a childhood friend and another girl and we were led through pathways to dwellings hung above a vast bottomless pit. Yes, somehow at the airport.
I asked, "does this go through?" And was told yes.
We stood in line in the wrong spot because of scooby then figured it out and they stayed as I walked through. I finally somehow made it home again. My mother was watching the news and there was the bamboo building. I said, "I was just there, mama. Hey mama?" She was catatonic, staring at the small, square color TV.
