dreams...
A few nights ago I had a peculiar dream of T*** (new waitress). That I was sitting with the in-laws, real neck-beard types, who were eating some sugar/crystalline dessert, and she was telling me we'd slept together and these were now my in-laws and that I had to run across town to get them a different dessert they wanted...
And I was arguing with her, explaining I was pretty sure I'd remember sleeping with her...
(It was weird, but after working with her last night I understood - she was fucking me (not that way) and getting all of the benefits, while I was seeing none...)
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That there's a stage, wooden, and on it there's a handsome man and his bride, it's their wedding, he's big, cut, a real Tom O'Finland type, dressed in a leather harness, she, a smaller blonde in her own harness. They've taken a fancy to me, I'm best man or something, and their introducing me to all their guests, all dressed pretty much the same, different iterations of the same outfits, the men bringing their women to me on leashes as if to solicit my approval, the women, presenting themselves, and I lightly caress them, they lean into the caresses and protest, I'm not sure as to the etiquette here...
The neighborhood, it's run down, and a couple of blocks down I can see a liquor store, we're only a few blocks from the beach but this neighborhood is unfamiliar, and I head down for some refreshments....
returning I recognize the building the stage and wedding is in, there's the main floor, the upstairs, it's the old Italian restaurant in Calgary I used to work in, and I'm explaining this to the guests, on the top floor Tom O'Finland is sitting with his bride, I'm noticing how the roof is in tatters, drywall is gone, insulation is showing, when suddenly there is a backhoe outside, scraping at the side of the building, it's being demolished even as the wedding continues, and people are falling from the stage into the rubble below, somebody will be killed, and I'm yelling at the construction people but they have their orders...
[*Bizarre. The building I recognized as Guido's most certainly was not, the city not Calgary, or Nelson, and nobody I knew in it...Maybe inspired by reading (De Sade), the girls at the bank (who all wore some pretty kinky outfits last time I was in, the one teller in a lycra made up to look like latex-skin-two top, and the other with a short shirt that had a separate band of cloth as a collar...)]
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Dreams, that I was the sub for a bunch of High-School Physics students in Toronto, the class, more an old school library with the green shaded lamps and bookcases, a class out of Oxford or Eton, I was to sub for a week and now was time to administer a test...
Only I don't know what questions I should ask, let alone the answers, it's been a week and I haven't yet figured it out, I'm confused, know nothing, and the professor shows up, back from vacation, indignant, to throw chalk and curse at me, call me a fraud...
There's another sub I'm getting along with, talking, he's telling me nothing,...
Another dream, more dreams, still images, this next, I'm being pursued through an abandoned factory by giant disembodied ghost heads, like the the demons in Miyazaki's "Spirited Away", only these aren't cartoons or anime, more real-world renderings of his nightmares, nightmarish but not a nightmare...
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I've woken up at the purple witches house, and I'm trying to leave, in the foyer I'm sorting through piles of purple knickers, bras, looking for my stuff, I'm pretty sure I know what happened but I can't remember a thing, for the best I'm sure. Leaving her house it's the same as a hundred others, high in a suburb in Vancouver-not-Vancouver or Calgary-not-Calgary, a short way on I realize I could never find my way back to her, but then why would I?...
**(note - purple witch is someone I encounter almost daily in real life. There is 0% chance I would find myself in her bed...so, the curious life of dreams, that puts you in bed with people you'd never consider for that purpose...)
the Second: That I'm in an old run down thrift shop with (??), and they've just received a big lot of old books. 200 year old musty tomes, thick leather bindings, parchment pages, and I'm looking through them, some are blank, or are filled with curious historical fancies and type, I'm enchanted, picking them up and looking through them, one - has recently been repurposed, it's blank pages filled with thick impasto acrylic abstract paintings, another, blank pages, flipping through it, then an interesting article, ...
I'm filling my arms, there's another pile of books, oversized, like atlases, and one, titled "Wiser's History..." is priced at (???) I'm surprised at how some are free and others expensive...
...and looking for one I set down am discovering that no sooner do I pick them up then they are disappearing from my grasp...
I run into Christopher, who's looting the 25 cent bin, curious little things, sorted for him and me....
I'm going now to check-out, look in the glass case at the checkout for any interesting watches, and this tall, angular wavy-haired redhead seeks to block me, gets in front, spreads her legs and bends over the case, she's blocking me, deliberately, maliciously,
...and I'm pissed and because she's tall she's leaning a great deal over the case and so I position my legs between hers and spread them and now she's trapped, and she's getting angry and lecturing me about her "5th Amendment Rights" and now I've done it, confronted the store Karen....
****weird dreams, the frequent waking due to the cold means that I remember them more often, but not all of them, merely a few cycles. Upon waking the phrase was stuck in my head "Lux in Arcana",
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