dreams...
I dreamed that I was in Rossland, not Rossland, looking ahead at a mountain that rose ahead of me until it vanished into clouds, everything on it close - fields, pastures, all the way up, how many kilometers high?, beautiful, pastel colors, and I thought to myself that I should learn to ski as it seems that once one began here you would never land...
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I'm in a basement with X & Y (Owners of the new restaurant) and their kids, Ken (Chef, old restaurant), a few other people. It's a gloomy basement, their kids are playing retro video games, Ken is watching, when a bright white parrot flies into my face...
...and sticks to my face, my eyelid, and I manage to spy that there's a tiny hook stuck in it's wing, now in my eyelid as well, and I manage to free it, no blood, a few feathers...
...and now this parrot or cockatiel is my best friend, flying at me from everywhere, landing on my head and shoulders, and making enquiries I'm told that it's (X & Y's) or somebody else's but it seems, the way it's playing with me, allowing me to ruffle it's feathers, that it's mine...
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My dreams, lately, of a tone. Largely forgettable, one a few days ago:
That I was escaping a prison - with a group of other people, friends, I don't know. They looked the same as me, ordinary, nobody that I knew. And that we had escaped from this prison - that was pretty much just a city and life in general, and we were running up some fenced in stairway on the outskirts and I spotted other people - just watching us - more grey, ordinary people, only they might be guards, the way they were watching us, and they were only giving us so far to run and so I pulled myself up on a bar at the top of a flight of stairs, turned around, began kicking them down the stairwell, we were so close to escaping and these guards weren't going to stop us now, still I'm kicking them down the stairs and they're watching and if only I can get to the top we'll be free...
**Which was a strange dream, as the "Prison" in the dream, it was the idea it was a prison, there was no prison, the closest to prison I could see was the fenced-in stairway. But probably an apt dream to follow my change in employ...***
And today, that I was in the forest and giant baseballs kept landing around me, clumping through the trees. I looked around and couldn't see where they were coming from - full sized baseballs, softballs, big, and heavy. More come crashing through and finally I come to the edge of the forest and see a road in a ravine below, a fence across the road, and a lady in a baseball uniform comes over the hill looking for her balls. I try to throw them back to her, but they're too heavy, they fall to the ravine, don't make it across, and I'm embarrassed at how badly I throw...
...and more like that, forgettable, even when I prompt myself to remember. The same light, lack of imagination, in each one, an unhealthy tone that suggests I need some change.
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I dreamed I had set out, late at night, in London-not-London, to find a shop and buy some cigarettes.
Walking under a wooden bridge, overpass, when a car going overhead collapses the bridge, it falls upon me, rotting wood and timbers, I am unscathed.
And keeping walking until I get to the High Street where I see a light in a pub, or what I think to be a pub, and going inside find that it's some sort of party venue, people are "skating" in an marble oval, slipping on the floor in stocking-clad feet, there's a man (??) urging or singing to them, like the old roller-rinks but with socks and feet on bare floor...
I'm looking for cigarettes, no luck here, although I try to take some pictures with my phone, the space is fantastic, but too cramped to take it all in and I give up trying...
I'm followed out of the rink by a petite Asian woman. She wants to walk with me, and I see no harm, but once outside she stops and begins to threaten me, if I don't (??) she'll call for help, claim I beat her, and who would they believe?
Another bridge, I am underneath it again, collapsing, and then another and I am in a Subway or Metro somewhere in France, "Leavenworth station" I remember, and it's collapsing as well, and the floor, a mosaic tile in the Roman Style - same as on the floor in the previous collapsing overpass/bridge/metro/, somehow the two are connected, the mosaic, it depicts a couple - the missus and master of the house, I recognize them (???) ...
I wake from the dream, strange images and feelings - and immediately go to write it down...
And awake again from the dream to discover I've written nothing down at all and so try to recall it again...
(Strange dream, poorly recalled, the key feature was that I was beneath 3 collapsing bridges, and somehow survived every one...No doubt related to my leaving work.)
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