An hour's drive to Oxford, Mississippi, or just over the river to Arkansas. In the dream, technology works like this. The blue of the pool is an effect of tile, not color. The familiar style of the waitress mocks intimacy. Lone gas pump in front of the store no longer functions, but remains as a sign.
Every second vehicle is a truck.
Just five feet tall, a perfect imitation of Elvis. Dr. and Mrs. Squishy Pillow. Just a rough crater where the tooth had been. The lessons we learned were not the ones they thought they taught. Arise ash, to burn again.