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And I dreamed that it was late summer and the ex had told me I should take the kids (? my daughter, the owner of the restaurant's daughter) camping in the back yard....and so I wandered and found that the back yard extended for acres until finally it reached a fence before a lane. Late summer, leaves heavy on huge trees, golden grasses, sun setting. A beautiful place for a campsite. And I went to find my way back but no longer was this my yard, it was someone else's yard and I had to cut through many lanes and alleys to find my way home...
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I've had literally hundreds of these dreams. I'm lost in London, trying to get somewhere. Last night it was Hackney, missing trains, trying to get onto the right train, flag a taxi, I know - generally - where it is I'm supposed to be going, but for some reason things just aren't working out and I'm not getting there.
And still I keep trying....
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I never dream about sex. Everything else, but never, ever sex. Or so rarely it doesn't bear mention.
So I begin to nap and it's starting to take off, there are women in my dream and then they're there without their shirts, things are getting better. Naked people in my dream. And I'm getting curious, I never dream about sex but there's women (plural), not singular, and so this could be a really good dream.
And then Telus calls. I try for the next 2 hours to get back into this nap, this dream, before finally giving up.
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(3 dreams in one night, and a heap of illegible notes on the nightstand in the morning)
I'm trying to get out a big city - ish, driving, but the roads circle and loop about mountains and I'm forever coming back to where I started from. I'm at the top of a mountain, it's night time, or close enough, the sun is setting in the mountains behind me and in front of me are the Great Pyramids. They're huge, like mountains themselves, ruined, were it not for the obviously opened tombs on the tops of them, and the obvious "Pyramidal" shape of them you might not recognize them. They're lit in that orange glow of sunset, pink, almost as if they're on fire. My mountain, the one I'm on, it's cast into shadow and in the shadows there glows the phosphorescence of rattlesnakes, Gila monsters, coyotes, and there are vendors trying to lure you forward with the promise of tacky souvenirs but I know better and go back to the car ...
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I've finally found them, knew they were here all along, just not exactly where.
There's a small cave under the highway - somewhere near Banff, it's not so much a cave as a rock overhang, and the rocks that have fallen from the top have piled on the bottom and make a sort of lip, and I'm hiking into it when I notice that the ceiling of the overhang is nothing but trilobites. Giant trilobites, like the impression of horseshoes in the limestone, hundreds of them, some are huge, several feet long, others are smaller. And everywhere, neatly piled, are the trilobites chipped from the rock that tourists took home with them, then felt guilty about taking and returned later. Some have been polished and look quite nice, I'm excited about this discovery, am looking through the countless trilobites when I hear a warden coming...
I crawl back further into the cave and crouch down behind a pile of rocks...There is no law against being here, but my intent is transparent...