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There's a new mall opening somewhere at the junction of 14st and deerfoot trail. Everyone's talking about it.
I don't pay any attention, I'm not much into malls....
But go outside and there's this big laser show in the sky, a meteorite flying, then crashing, then a giant mushroom cloud and fire on the horizon, I walk closer to see...
It looks fake, it's not real, cartoons & cgi, I'm with someone who's afraid but I tell them it's just a publicity stunt for the mall...
We watch more, giants and other animated characters appearing as if just in front of us, talking about the bargains at the new deerfoot outlet mall, I'm impressed with all the animation & work that must have went into it...we return home.
N drops by, haven't seen her for a long time, she's there to (???), she's on her way to the new mall, don't know why she'd dropped by, to see someone other than myself, I'm surprised....
We find out that there's a contest at the mall, they've hidden thousands of dollars in gift vouchers there, tens of thousands of dollars remain, that settles it, a couple of male friends haul me off and away we go...
The mall, it's still under construction, everywhere there are lockers in the walls and the trick to finding these gift vouchers is to empty the lockers of their contents, they'll be hidden on the bottom. I find quite a few, separate from my companions, fill my pockets not bothering to check the denomination or value or read the terms and conditions, it's almost too easy. And as I'm calling for John (?? One of my companions) my sister's there, in tears almost, having found nothing, and I promise to help her find the coupons, we go to check some lockers but they're all empty, this area of the mall's under construction...
...so we go outside and there's a big semi trailer blocking the sidewalk down the side of the mall, I go to crawl quickly under it, get stuck...and as I'm stuck I notice the truck is idling, next thing the truck is pulling away from the mall and I'm pressing myself as flat as I can to the earth in the hopes of not being dragged or run over...
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We (a girl and I) are walking through a darkened street in London.
The streetlights are out, it's dark, there are metal grills scattered throughout the street but someone or something has ripped through the steel leaving gaping holes, she almost steps in one and I tell her we should turn around, go another way, it's too dark, too easy to step in one and fall...
We find another way, ending in an apartment, there's a skylight, passage, older apartment with curious cupboards inset into the walls, the darkness spills in through the windows and overpowers the lights...
Somehow or another we've talked to someone and found out about the Zombie apocalypse, it was them who ripped through the grills on the street to find victims hiding in basement, the streets are deserted. A bare 60 watt bulb on the ceiling.
She goes for a walk down the hall, outside, and when she opens the door to outside I realize she's just made a big mistake...we return to the apartment, I find a cupboard with a crack to hide in, she's too slow, surrounded by 4 dead women, zombies, reaching for her, and I'm wondering if there isn't a vaccination for this...
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I'm in Russia, close (I'm guessing) to the Russian/China border, there are high mountains, I've a half hour walk ahead of me, I'm on the way to some monastery.....
And I'm walking down some shady lanes on the side of the mountain (thinking I should have perhaps walked a bit further and taken a more direct route) when I come across some stately clapboard homes fallen into disrepair, I look through the window of one, inside there's fine furniture, wood floors, antiques, it's as if somebody still lives there, from the outside they look like abandoned farm outbuildings...
The sun is dappling and I continue on my way, I have to get to the monastery soon or I'll be late, another time, perhaps, I'll return....
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Now this is probably a result of my greed in naps on a selfish day off, a lengthy nap, followed by a refusal to go and seek dinner or do anything remotely productive during the dinner traffic rush, another nap, and hence somewhat bizarre dreams....
I'm in the restaurant, not mine but mine, it's an unending labyrinth, hundreds of rooms and passages, I can't seem to find my way.
I don't care, I'm taking a swig of rum from a bottle I've placed above the till. I have no prejudice against drinking, it's my bottle, I brought it from home....
There's a fellow I recognize, he's holding a beer and he hand's me a cheque, the IT guy I'm guessing, and I offer him another beer. I search for a service bar and find one in another room, with a fenced off area for the customers like a hockey arena floored with sawdust and these giant busts of clowns (???) or demons that recall Mardi Gras...
I need to ring it in before I can get it, they tell me he's with this group of nerds on such-and-such table and I can see them, but now I must find them on the map of the restaurant on the till and it's like this vast D&D map, I have to enter the front door of the restaurant (on the POS till) and then navigate the countless passages and rooms to find the floor plan for the room I'm in now....
I'm lost, these people I'm working with, they're all strangers, this restaurant I don't know, the IT guy I know but he's disappeared, I want to find my way back to the original room where this all started, where I have tables and my comforting bottle of rum poised above the till....
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Now I've had 2 dreams while in Alaska. More than 2, actually, but 2 that I remembered to write down.
First - I will give the gist of some recurring dreams I've had of Alaska - One, that I've driven there from Edmonton / Calgary - wherever - it's surprisingly close, just past Jasper, I should have been? Why haven't I been? And I drive up round past the horn, the substantial body of the State, there are inlets and Killer whales, and I return to Canada by driving along the rocky borders of a long lake that runs through central Saskatchewan...
My dream Geography is a bit messed up....
But there's a similarity in tone, feeling, it's the rose tinted color of memory when I'm there, the inlets, always at night, the ocean and the killer whales...there are the questions, why do I return via Saskatchewan (and what is in Saskatchewan?), why is it so close, what does - in my dream, Alaska mean....?
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That dream I've had, in varied forms, a few times before going. So I think then that perhaps I'll have some great dreams, some ---- I don't know. I don't - any recognition or dejavu I have while I'm awake.
In Alaska, I have 2, both while on the Ferry.
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The stewards and pursers very friendly, wearing papier mache masks, painted to look like ventriloquist dolls from the 50's, static, none moving their lips but all with the painted happy expressions of idiots...it's the wrong boat but they won't let us off...there's this millionaire on board, he's ordered a sundae brought from the port of call, the biggest in the world to celebrate his wife's birthday, the biggest in the world so that we can all be offered a bite...
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and there's the other dream: Hans Brinker and the Silver Skates
A book of naughty fairy tales, pale blue cover, it looks like a cheap reproduction, I've met a group of 5 women on a quiet street in Alaska who are quietly demanding satisfaction, naked, I am with (??) who goes and finds me 2 copies of the book in a thrift shop, for some reason it's important I have this, when I wake all I remember is the meaningless phrase: "Hans Brinker and the Silver Skates" ...