(70 hours work this week, last night a full 10 hours sleep, woke with these dreams still vivid in my head, they lasted past coffee and so are recorded. So much work, so little sleep, dreams are a luxury...)
Morning, high above the world, golden morning, fall, the earth spread out below me, I can see the curvature of the earth, across from me there's a helicopter flying, surrounded by a grid of iron bars....
I'm falling from a crane, waiting until the last possible moment before pulling my parachute, falling and waiting, it's a beautiful morning...
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I land, looking for someone to tell of my adventures but it's a busy morning and it's back to work, there's water to be pumped, new holes being dug, and the memory of the fall from the crane soon disappears, it's dark...
I meet four construction workers, older, grey men, faces clouded with cement dust, I recognize them from high school, they look sooo old...
They recognize me as well..."Look who's kept his youthful good looks" they say to me...
I recognize them from high school but I can't remember their names. One is disabled, he is supported by the other 2, withered and perhaps mentally deficient, a construction accident of some sort and the company's kept him on, another is wearing women's clothing - I ask about this, he tells me (us all) that he's been in drag since he was a baby and forced to wear girl's diapers....
Another of the four volunteers that he's killed a man "and I haven't any regrets, he deserved it..." he tells me proudly...
I want - only slightly - to stay and catch up, the one schoolmate I haven't spoken to, the only one I vaguely recognize, still silent, but there's work to be done and so I promise to catch up with them later...
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I'm walking around the site, picking up rubbish and bits of wire, it's dark, night, and as I come around a corner of the building I find a duck with a broken wing. I think to myself that it's escaped having it's neck wrung for dinner, and it comes to me for consolation, as soon as it does the lights from a row of townhouses across the street come on. The duck flees, and I can see that it was being hunted by a fox or cat hiding in a shed and I want to catch it before the cat or fox does but it's doing it's best to flee...