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I'm living in the outback in Australia, and just down the road there's an old swimming pool, and on top of it there's a giant diving board.
Squatters have moved in and they're having a party and so I take my daughter and we go down to visit. It's fun, the jungle all around, jumping off the board - it's really not so much a diving board as a platform or treehouse high above the pool. These squatters, they seem nice enough.
And I'm swimming with my daughter in the pool, on our backs and I'm beneath her, holding her up to the air because she doesn't swim so good and I'm having difficulty keeping us both alive and so I push her to the edge of the pool where she can hang on, then come up for air myself.
At night, when we're back home, we talk about the squatters. They've fixed up the pool well, and the diving board - well, it's a treehouse now hundreds of feet in the air, but someone wants to develop that area and they're to be evicted.
We're over visiting the next day, they know they're going to be evicted but they're not going. The guy of the treehouse, he's a beard and looks very granola, he shows me a cheque for $38,000 dollars, they're going to destroy the treehouse tomorrow and they want to pay them to leave. He wants to spend the money on a huge party, a grand act of defiance, but I tell him that maybe someone in his family will need it...
It's a beautiful day to be in the treehouse, jumping out from high above the swimming pool, splashing about, climbing back up and doing it again...
The next day they explode the treehouse. Everyone is killed, except the wife (his wife, Granola's), but she's disappeared someplace and no one knows where.
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(Woke up at 6:00, thought it was 8:00, the coffee was already on when I discovered my mistake. Drank the coffee, attempted to nap. To little avail.)
I've got the painting - the Christmas gift - the painting I did of the Owner's daughter and I've popped around the restaurant to give it to him. Only I've leaned it badly in the back of the car and now there's a big dent in the canvas.
And I'm pulling it out of the car to look at the dent and I see that there's a tear in the canvas, but the Owner's there and I'll just give it to him anyways.
Now the stretcher bars fall out, and I'm holding the canvas in my hands, rolling it up and he's reaching for it to unroll it, only now it's a sheaf of unrelated sketches and drawings, the painting's disappeared completely and I'm rifling through these sketches, looking for it, but it's vanished, gone, pfft....
(And today is the day I pop around the restaurant to drop off the painting, this means something, but what?...)
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I'm in a tower - medieval, inside the tower there's a queen sized bed, around the bed there's a deep moat and all around both the moat and the bed there's the walls of the tower.
We've stashed all the furniture in the moat, all my possessions, and we're under siege. Missiles are coming in through the top of the tower, landing on the heaps of furniture in the moat, so far, at least, they're missing the bed.
It's George Bush and his son, George Bush, I don't know what I've done to offend them but the missiles still keep falling, still missing the bed. They're mostly squibs, small explosions on the furniture, and they seem to be getting more intermittent, they're running out of ammunition. I'm glad, I don't want all my furniture to be wrecked.
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I dreamed that we finally made it to Tibet and were sitting in a Monastery, having breakfast or lunch or something. It was a long trip, we had to climb that mountain, the dream mountain wreathed in mists and riddled in caves with Tea Huts halfway up, (this I've dreamed of a few times, but have never reached the summit...), but it's behind us now and we can just enjoy the view.
This Monastery or Lamasery, it's a lot like the Banff Springs Hotel, or one of the better hotels in Prague. The ceilings are high and looking up I can see that I've painted my portrait over them all, I did that the last time I/we were here, a couple of years ago but I don't remember an awful lot more, the paintings aren't so good but I'm not too fussed, nobody is looking at the ceiling anyways....
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I'm picking up my daughter, she's finishing up a 6 week summer camp. But there's lots of summer left, and the girl next to her is lamenting what she'll do. I tell her that her parents will probably find another camp for her and then take a vacation to Greece or someplace without her.
"Why Greece" she asks, and I explain it's because they serve free ice cream there, playing, as it were, for a reaction.
Now the little girls parents are there and they're talking to me about where they'll go for the rest of the summer vacation. Her mother, she's a frumpy middle aged woman in a floral dress, her father is covered head to toe in fur. And to make matters worse he's got a plastic flesh-colored mask on to try and make him look normal, but it's not succeeding, you can see the hair popping out the eye holes and he explains to me that it's a genetic condition. And they continue discussing where they'll go and decide upon the Outer Hebrides.
"AH, Scotland" I say, and he looks at me oddly and explains to me that the Outer Hebrides are in Peru, he was stationed there once for a time he should know. And I'm certain they're off the coast of Scotland, or maybe Iceland or Denmark but I'm betting they've got to be islands someplace but I'm loathe to argue with someone already so disadvantaged, and he explains to me the purpose of his research there and my mind is filled with graphic images.
Apparently every 12, 000 years there's a great salt flood over the entire Amazon Basin, and then a fresh water flood, and then life there starts anew, and as he's explaining I'm seeing a giant map of a square South America flooding from the Equator down and then the flood-waters circle about the end and run up to the top, there's arrows and graphics and it's a bit elaborate, like something you might see on the Discovery Channel.
I'm still not buying it and after they've left I go to the University Library where I talk to the librarian and he begins to look for maps of the Outer Hebrides for me...."The Furry Guy" he's saying, "Yeah, he's my supervisor...I've got to have a talk with him on Monday" and from the tone I gather the Librarian's going to fire him for being furry or bad at geography...