It's evening, fallr, snowing wet outside, I'm digging in the back of the house. I'm finding curious things - a small childs rag-doll, a teddy bear in a hoody, and I'm thinking I've excavated a grave from someones childhood, the teddy bear looks a bit like one my son used to have, and I wonder if once I lived here before only I've forgotten...
I find an ironstone concretion, small - child or infants - human skull embedded in it, this is interesting, and I'm thinking further upon the grave theory when I realize it's all gravel, Alluvial deposits, anything could have left this here...
I call the provincial Archeologists, "Bring it in" they say "good timing...we'll have to examine it before..." ...apparently the laws are changing and it's good I found it now ...
At the University, walking though the halls with my father, we run into a group of my "friends". Not friends really, merely artists and people upon the periphery of my acquaintance, large, rubber features, oversized, but they're behaving as if we're the best and oldest of chums, there's a sausage shaped brunette in a tight red latex dress, another tall plain-horse-faced sandy brown haired woman, together they're attempting to maul me, groping, it's awkward with my father there, there's Michael ______, local Calgary theatre director....
My dad ironically notes how much they resemble others of my friends.
We excuse ourselves, leave them and find stairs (ancient halls, lined with wood), come to the outside of the library, Dad takes the skull into the library to find the Archeologist...
...in the meantime I'm looking at a large electronic brain, transistors, resistors, capacitors, a translucent plastic sheet that billows and contracts, small lights beneath to show the firing of neurons and thoughts, elaborate, pulsing...
Dad returns, he has 2 skulls in the bag, fossilized, big jaws with embedded teeth, a horn on the head of one, they are not what I found and he's explaining..."They aren't what we thought they were but the Archeologist says they're important..."
Now I'm on my way into the library to hear what he has to say, past the university lounge, there are 5 small groups of young slender women sitting about tables, they're having tea and staging a bondage & S&M/BDSM show, one of the girls, brunette, in a tight fitting black crocheted dress, nothing underneath, large bush of pubic hair, another is bound and gagged and forced to watch while another slave is put through her paces...I have a girlfriend with me who's keenly watching and admiring the shapes of the participants, and I find myself thinking that this is all a bit racy for a university show...
***
Now through a large, a huge, gymnasium, partitioned off with tarps, one half is filled with sand dunes, camels, Bedouins have set up their encampment, it's evening and they're leading their camels from the daylight to the camp, outside it's cold and snowing, people in Bikini's are playing beach volleyball, I'm thinking that only in Canada would we go to such lengths to make visitors feel welcome...
***
(one and a half hour nap after work on Saturday, first in 2 weeks, completely out, utterly exhausted, waking up was like falling onto pavement from 1000 feet in the air, quick notes to unravel, capture the bizarre dreams...)