I'm in Nelson-Not-Nelson with N***, not Nelson in that it's somewhere outside Nelson, maybe Proctor or Harrup, only it's Nelson. And it's not in BC, it's a lot closer to Calgary, closer to Cochrane where N*** lived, only in a different direction, close around Calgary, anyways...
...we're walking down Baker Street, it's a beautiful late summer or fall evening, popping into shops, when we notice a parade of costumes coming down the street, Halloween costumes, and I'm wondering what's up, it's not Halloween yet, and I turn to ask somebody on a corner beside me what's going on when I see that he's wearing a too-small kid's Halloween costume as well, a skeleton or something, and I remember they do this here at the end of every month...
The parade, it's so charming, everyone all dressed up, and I dart into the street to take some pictures, only every time I go to snap a photo I get on my phone a message telling me that I can't, prompting me, warning me instead to download the video instead from the internet, only it's showing me Disney videos, silly animations, and telling me that I'm violating their copyright, although my photos are nothing like their videos...
She's (N***'s) telling me how much she likes this town, and I tell her, of course, that's why I live here, it's a beautiful, cool place, and she could have lived here too, it's not so far away from Calgary, from where she lives...
She gives me a ride home, an old apartment building, we go inside, climb up the stairs to the top floor, outside my door there's a heap of brand new white sneakers, piles, all sizes, and all the neighbors are there watching me, they donated them for me, sort of a welcome-to-the building present, and I thank them, there's got to be a dozen or two dozen pairs easy, and one of the neighbors ask if I'm going to use them all and I tell her no, help herself...
Into the apartment, old apartment, all my stuff is in the hall, and N*** is helping me unpack, bring stuff inside, I got boxes full of clothes, neckties, after the first load I get back into the hall and almost all of the sneakers have disappeared, the neighbor that asked, she took them all, and I'm a bit annoyed as I wouldn't have minded a few pairs to give away, and a good friend is there (*?? Who?) saying "you wouldn't have worn donated sneakers anyways.....".
I go outside to get some more clothes, belongings, at the door there's a bag of sugar, overturned, a bit of it spilled in the hall, and I'm annoyed, I look, see my son, much younger, and he apologizes and I berate him, he's done this before, I'm annoyed all out of proportion with the slightness of the misadventure, and he starts to bleed from his nose, don't know what happened, and I feel bad for berating him, but I've a right to be annoyed as well...
In the kitchen there are voices, N***, the neighbors, helping me unpack...
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Note: Strange dream, longer than most, more complicated. After I wrote down I went back to bed and had a couple more - 1 with N***, the other - I think - without, but I didn't get up to write them down and so they're now forgotten.