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I'm listening to old music and making lists - hearing all sorts of songs I once loved at once and writing them down so I can find them later.
I wake up. I've left the list in the dream, can only remember Sting's "Dream of the Blue Turtles", I spend the next 30 minutes reliving it on YouTube.
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She's late, the salad girl, I didn't think she was working tonight. But she's brought with her an armful of coins to show me, I can't remember the conversation we must have had, old US nickels struck on square plates, "proofs", another that when I turn over I recognize a Philadelphia Shilling, it has the slogan "Go Away" across the top, and I'm asking her about the coins and the logo and she's talking unintelligibly, handing me framed coins and others for me to look at, always the mumbled explanation...
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I'm a worker at a nuclear reactor in downtown Dallas, there's been a meltdown, I've had my turn trying to cool the reactor and wasn't successful and now am waiting....
The city has been evacuated. The streets, leafy and green, are deserted. It's surprisingly clean and there are some older redbrick buildings, I've never been, I'm favourably impressed.
I was exposed, over exposed as luck would have it, and now am waiting. All the workers have had their turn, and when they're done they wait in the center of the city as well, my skin prickles as if I've been sunburned and it's unspoken but I'll probably die, they'll all probably die, but for the moment we're waiting, walking around downtown.
In the parks there's the girlfriends and boyfriends of the workers, they've been brought in for a final hurrah, and I can see them fornicating, it's an orgy, in the fountains, on the grass in the park, it's a festive mood, and for a moment I'm sad there's no one to see me off. Maybe I'll get better, there's nothing for it but to wait...
The reactor's been abandoned now, everyone is in the parks, in the fountains fornicating, there's nothing more that can be done.
And there's this mutant, black skinned with a mouth in the center of the top of his head, and he/she opens it to reveal a row of white teeth and another mouth opens inside, and that opens and inside there's yet another mouth....
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My dream landscape has some places that seem oddly fixed, recurring places that show up - once in a while - in different dreams. They have no counterpart in the real world. There's a thrift shop, Women In Need, beside the Higher Ground in Kensington, and there's another in a basement - Salvation Army perhaps? on 14 Street, just a bit North of Kensington Road.
Only, of course, it's not Kensington Road in my dream, or not the same Kensington Road, it's the Kensington Road in London, only closer to my house, the thrift shop is one that doesn't exist, only in my dreams, and always I'm arriving just before close to discover a few treasures, I always remember that it's fallen off my map and I rush down at the last minute, it's getting dark outside, the inside of the thrift shop is cozy and inviting and there are glass cabinets everywhere with all sorts of trinkets...
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And I dreamed that I was surfing the web and came across a website that was promoting a new movie, and I recognized the director as a friend of a friend and so I clicked on the play button to see what it was all about...
...and I found myself in a run down "artiste's" house, lots of people there for the special screening, it's on a tiny retro-tube TV on her dresser and we're all sitting on the floor to watch but as soon as she turns it on the size doesn't matter, everyone is watching and it's kind of silly with some special effects and Bob and Doug McKenzie, it's exactly that sort of movie and I don't know what to say other than "it will probably be very commercially successful"...
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That's it. As I prepared my thoughts of the day (do I have any? Not sure, anyways, that won't stop me writing) I remembered a dream in which I saw in the back end of the blog a visit by David Thorne. I wasn't sure if it was a good thing or not.