dreams...
***(Yesterday, let off from work early, bonus day off today and so had a short nap to peculiar affect...)
I'm at work, looking into the men's room - the door is open, and there seem to be a bunch of homeless people in it - one, a short, shirtless bearded guy giving me scowls, others, they're using it to store their stuff, grabbing and stashing their possessions under the sink...
A couple of girls come out of the bathroom, green short-sleeved blouses, big black scarves, and they're talking to one another, working behind the bar, and I understand that the owner's son has hired them and will train them tonight...
Peculiar they were in the men's room, but I shrug it off, I'm off early and I'm thrilled.
Off, and I take a nap, and wake up - in the bar, the same, but not the same at all.. Old wood paneling, cupboards everywhere, like in a mall or arcade, close and claustrophobic, ...there's a regular at the bar, I don't know him, never met him, he's had a couple of drinks, a meal, I can't find his bill - on his seat another waitress - Brie (??) has his bill mixed up with her table, I can't figure out what stuff is his, and he keeps talking to me..
Exploring the bar, old wood paneling, cupboards, walls, curios everywhere, there's an old gold lighter that when you snap it open expands, a little jewel, I want to know who's it is, want it, someone says it belongs to Mildred (Who's Mildred?), and I'm trying to get the regular his bill, trying to sort it out, there's a guy with half his face all fallen in, distorted, disfigured, and he's telling me how fucked up the new computer system we have is, he owns a bar, it's the same for him, and he turns and gets up like a Picasso, melting away like a bad acid trip, he's completely out there...
The regular, he's showing me some loft beds behind the bar, climbing into the upper bunk, a fine place to crash if you've had one too many...
And this bar, it's so far from anyplace I've known or seen and then I realize that I took a nap after work and so I'm dreaming and that explains it...
The regular tells me, no, I'm not dreaming, I'm dead, I've crossed over, and it all makes fucking sense now and I think I've got to tell someone, my children, let them know, and then sit down, having just figured out that there is no communication from here, I'm dead...
And I'm taking comfort in the fact that all this, the whacked out bar and people, they are all somehow extensions of myself and if only I can get my thoughts in order things will start to improve and make sense...
***(A completely whacked out dream-within-a-dream, filled with people and places I don't know. Vivid. Blech.)
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I'm with my father in Australia. We're in some sort of Disney World, or amusement park, and we're at a fitness facility, multiple stories high. The basement, filled with water, a swimming pool, deep, big, and I'm thinking it makes sense, because, Australia...
And then we're at the ground floor level, and there's a skating rink, and I'm thinking, "Hell Ya Pa's going to teach these Aussies how to play hockey..."
We're walking. There's a woman he knows that's fallen in step with us, he knows her somehow, and I'm thinking this trip to Australia, maybe I didn't I understand it completely?
She's trying to keep up with him, friends are joining her...
And there's other friends, on my left, I don't know them, and they're being joined by other friends, pretty, and dad is walking faster trying to outstrip them all...
I have this image in my head, all the maps of Australia I've seen, criss-crossed with red lines of the travels I should have taken....
... and now it's the world, from tropical islands off the coast of Africa, hot summer days visiting islands that exist only in my dreams...
(Weird, but not unpleasant. Dream places, that I recollect from dreams and so have that haunting familiarity, but no corollary in real life)
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I was flying to the site of the sinking of the Titanic. I asked them if they knew where it was, but they didn't, and so I volunteered to go down and search for it with them.
The ocean, cold, big waves, dark, it's night, and sliding beneath the waves...
They must have a pretty good idea of where it should be, because were in an inlet, little harbour, and shortly beneath the waves there is a layer of ice, and we can see where the ship slid in, beneath the ice, and skidded along the bottom, coming up to break the ice (still under the sea) on the other side...
The ice, it's a flat layer, it's why they couldn't find it....
And now I'm on the ship, bright, cold, fluorescent lights, there's still atmosphere down here, it's like an abandoned - ? - place, there are beds, rusting, rotting under cold fluorescence, and there are people here I know, that must be why I came...Don, the old alcoholic chef from the restaurant, and another kitchen staff member, Dave, and maybe there are more, the paint, white and peeling to rust, too-bright fluorescent lights, and I'm here to rescue them, perhaps....
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That's it. My dreams have been shit lately, lacking purpose, plot, meaning, merely discomforting, unquiet, restless. At first I put it down to my excessive drinking - but, cut back on that, and the dreams remained the same. Short and fragmentary. Sometimes several in a night, none memorable. And I tried Pot, a little hesitant to swap one vice for another, - and a few nights of that - the pre-shows were great, but I'd never find the energy to write all the images down, and ... well, no dreams remembered. And the dreams the same, cryptic (they were always, but I could decipher, now they are more so...), and so this is the best I can remember and it isn't much, still dreaming, but they've lost a lot....
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The first nap, I dream that people have let themselves into my place while I'm having a nap and babysitting the kids. My kids, younger, and these people, I don't know, friends of a friend maybe, and I should get up and talk to them only I'm trying to have a nap. The lake, it's got huge waves today, towering 20, 30 feet in the air, I can see them below the deck, the water's heavy, but not rough, the waves aren't breaking, there are no whitecaps, merely large heavy waves reaching up into the darkening sky...
The people, eventually they leave, then there is another group that let themselves in, they're waiting for a bus, I know them, took them on a prospecting tour of the Kootenays, friends of Marks, still, I'm trying to nap, and eventually they too leave...
And it's time to get up, and I dreamed that I was trying to nap...
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That I'm somewhere near Creston, the marshy plains before ascending the Kootenay Pass, there are signs explaining the Turtles, the area, I have the urge to go prospecting, above the marshes is a mountain that I recognize from other dreams, with tea-huts and caves and crystals and gold...
But for now I'm reading the signs at the foot of the marsh, reading about the wildlife and first discovery of the area by John from Halifax and I'm wondering if it's the same John from Halifax I knew some 30 years ago back in London....
Now my desk, wooden, small oak desk like you see in every second hand store, it's on fire, there's a cold blue fire flickering around it's a foot on the base, I'm wondering if I've kept any liquor in the drawer that might have started this, trying to put it out...
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And so, fragments of dreams poorly recalled and that make little sense.
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