dream a little dream of me

i should be studying for my survey of jazz class. but my mind is elsewhere, more specifically in mexico.
i have been having very vivid dreams about once a week for the last little while. last night i dreamed that i was on a road trip in mexico. i remember it pretty well actually.
there were two of us, and i don't know exactly who the passenger was, but i just remember two voices singing along to the tom petty "wildflowers" album. this struck me as odd as i haven't listened to that album in over 4 or so years. but like the old t-shirt or friend, i was able to pick up right where we left off, and felt completely comfortable yell-singing the lyrics to "it's good to be king" at 68mph with 105 degree heat billowing in through both of the rolled down windows. it seemed a lot hotter than 105, cause the heat waves were visibly rising from the black asphalt. they seem like tormented souls fleeing the depths of hell. or maybe thats what i imagined since the air conditioner was out, and my eyelids had that thin blanket of sweat, making them stick, which is one of my least favorite sensations. i hate sticky skin. hate it.
to find relief i kept sprinkling water on my face and the back of my neck. the momentary relief of the beads cooled by the ripping wind in the car felt clean compared to the dust expanse that surrounded us.
i have never owned a saab and probably never will now. but there we were, hurtling down highway 1 in a white saab 930. it was a two-door, probably one of the early 90's versions with the sloped rear window that looks like a complete old porshe 911 rip off. with no air conditioning and a blown rear-left speaker that would crackle when the high hat and high E were played. more than slightly annoying.
but the sun that basted my left side made up for it. it was not a cruel sun that one typically experiences as you get closer to the equater. it was a warm pleasant one. one the hugs you, welcomes you, and eases you. it felt good.
life was good. we were free. no cares, and no worries.
i felt satiated.
both in life and in my stomach.
we passed a road sign alerting us that we were about 48 kilometers north of Ensenada. the sun had started its slow arcing decline. it reminded me of a diver from the top platform. except the taped has been slowed way way down and you just see the diver slowly descending with the water looming in the background. with the satiation came a slightly bloated feeling and that's probably cause we stopped at a little roadside shrip and lobster place i've heard about. it one of those little places with a hand painted sign out in front. the catches were fresh and the food incredibly cheap. i dont speak spanish so i just hand the weathered senorita a wad of pesos. she looks mildly surprised and then grateful. i definitely overpaid. but i feel good. i feel full. i would have given her almost anything for the feeling i then felt.
it was worth it.
the track skips a little and i snap out of the trance that the memory of the womans eyes had put me in. there is a bay in front and to the right of us. the waters look cool and refreshing and i long to jump in them. i don't know if i have a swimsuit, but i don't care.
i really hate sticky skin.