You are driving a vehicle packed with junk. I am sitting on/in open window in back over tailgate. We are going to unload or do something necessary. But I need you to turn around. I lean down and say
we need to turn aroundSo many places on the road to do so but you are not turning around.
I bang on sides of vehicle (van, truck with camper?) and yell
what about hereand
We come over a hill. Before us, wide open blue sky. A turn and a guardrail and a leap over water.
Instead of slowing down, looking for a spot to turn, you speed up. And I realize we are going to crash into this water.
We do and when I come to, you are floating above me, eyes open but not conscious. Bubbles coming out of your nose and mouth.
I press up up trying to bring you above water and you come to. I ask you, still under water
what the hell are you doingI am frantic. Angry, scared, unsure.
You don't answer.
Swim away, down, as I watch you.
The bottom is sand, white, pocked with bunches of waving seaweed. The water is light, fairly clear, green. You pluck a long strand of seaweed.
You swim to me, bringing the seaweed like an offering, like a flower, and get so close, your face to mine. Like you're going to kiss me.
But instead, you try to give me the seaweed and say
I can learnor
I am learningI can't remember...