I'm checking into an old hotel, the walls are yellow, outside it's surrounded by green trees. There's a dim comfortable light at the front desk, they know me when I come in, "Yes, yes Mr. Boyle, we have a room for you"...

They know me in a creepy kind of way, I don't know them, it reminds me a bit of Jack Torrance being finally welcomed to the Overlook Hotel...

The desk clerk shows me to my room. The room, dingy, yellow walls, it'll do, when I spot on it, flickering just out of reach of the light from the bedside lamp - a butterfly, camouflaged, then opening it's wings to reveal a beautiful burst of color, I try to bring my phone close to it to take a picture, share with a friend, but it flies away...

The desk clerk is apologizing, they don't usually have bugs in their hotel, but I'm looking for it now, on the wall in the hallway, opening it's wings a beautiful blue-green that casts a stunning penumbra onto the wall and I have to get a picture of this...

That I'm on Kootenay Lake, Not Kootenay Lake, Kootenay Lake only much narrower and the mountains, from the edge, are so much higher...

I'm on a dock with my daughter, looking across, there's a miniature cruise ship, 4 stories above the water with 4 smokestacks just like the Titanic. And across the lake a glacier slips down and plunges in, a big wave and the cruise ship tips on it's side, I look at my daughter, I'm annoyed but I have to dive in and try and save some of the people, the water's going to be cold, I grab a garden hose from the dock and leap in...

Swimming, swimming, they don't need me at the ship, there weren't so many people on it after all,but there's a box that's fallen into the water, filled with - ?Pearls? I don't know, but it's sinking and sinking, the lid is open and it's contents are floating up but I'm swimming deeper after the box, the water isn't so cold after all...

I'm a passenger in a car being driven down the 3A, sitting in the back seat, and we're being chased by a T-Rex...bigger than a T-Rex even, huge, and it's bearing down on us and I'm crouched on the floor with a tiny axe yelling to the driver "Just stop the car and I'll whack it!" but the driver won't stop, and as fast as he's going the T-Rex is keeping up, alongside us now and roaring through the windows, it'll rip the top off the car and me and my tiny axe, we don't stand a chance...

Long day out handing out resumes, everywhere too busy, this is not the season to be looking for work. Got home exhausted, short nap, this was the result...

I'm in front of a convenience in my jeep, trying to get some sleep. An old 70's Cadillac, black sun-bleached paint, going back and forth in the parking lot, I can't see a driver...

I fall asleep, wake up a couple of hours later, am going to go home. The sun is low in the sky, it's autumn, I'm driving home, through suburbs that remind me of Edmonton, my teen years, passing a walk-up apartment block there's 27 bodies (??) on the front lawn, all of them draped in white sheets, there are cops, ambulances, it's a drug related hit gone wrong, they didn't get the right apartment and so hit the whole building...

At home I'm telling Mom and Dad, they're upset, it's not their neighborhood, not the one they knew, I'm reassuring them, this crime,  it's just an anomaly, a blip, things here are as safe as they've ever been...

(**Weird, filled with evocations of being a teenager again, the old neighborhoods-not neighborhoods, suburbs that remind you, evoke Edmonton...)