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I'm on vacation, I don't know where, somewhere mountainous, perhaps Yellowstone or Yosemite.
I wonder where the kids are, they should be with me, it's vacation after all, but the thought is only fleeting.
Walking along the winding highway through the mountains and I cross a ridge and there is below me a large shadow, cast by the mountain, and everything within it is covered with snow, there's a huge lake at the bottom of the valley and I can see that it's frozen...there's a road that winds along the bottom of the valley, through the snow, along the side of the lake, and I decide to walk along it in the shadow, it will be a welcome relief after the heat...
There's a warden giving out directions, people are in awe of this winter scene in the midst of a summer landscape, one person in a car is wondering if this new road along the lake will mess up his directions and the warden explains, a lady says "So that's what the brown spot on the mountain was" and she means the shadow cast by the mountain, the frozen valley, and when she mentions it I too have a brief memory of seeing the brown spot on the mountains...
I follow the road, towards the bottom I pass the mouth of a cave, it's shaped a like a {|, only on it's side, and the ceiling is low and I can see just beyond the ceiling the legs of some tourist sitting in an inner chamber. I haven't a flashlight but I decide to do a quick reconnaissance for the kids, see if it's worth coming back and exploring, and I duck into the first chamber and can see light at the other end, there's a stairwell with people coming down and as I approach I see her, and she gives me that smile, that morally superior "I know what you've been up to" smile, and she doesn't, doesn't at all, and it occurs to me that she must be on vacation as well, and as I pass her she stops me to ask if I want to go for coffee.
"No" I say, and exit the cave through the stairs on the other end.
When I'm out of the cave I'm in sunlight again, a busy street in some sort of mountain resort town filled with kitsch souvenir shops and I wonder if I shouldn't have went for coffee.
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I dreamed that I was dead.
My father, grandmother, they were preparing a grave for me in the cellar. I went down to help them. She was there, they'd dug her up to show me, dead as well, she looked good, exactly as I remembered. My father, he showed me the watch she was wearing, my Rolex Oyster Royal Observatory, only hers had a glass back that showed the movement and I told him to keep it, we were dead after all. I was a bit confused, I didn't feel dead, maybe a bit dissociated, but my grandma, she took a knife and cut me open and showed me my internal organs, my viscera, and I didn't feel a thing and so I believed her.
I haven't been taking care of myself, smoking too much, not eating properly...my father, he's a bit disappointed. I'm pretty nonplussed for being dead, I kinda accept it, and help them to prepare my grave.
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A day of constant napping.
Up at 6:00 AM, flea market, home by 9:00 AM. Nap until 12:00. Up and wait for boy to arrive, by 1:00 I'm suspicious that he's not coming...Call, no answer, another nap.
Now I've moved again, and I'm in a large wood paneled room, a small window above a sink. It's dark, but somehow architecturally perfect, the slope of the ceiling, everything. G (the owner of the restaurant G) is here, for some reason he's given me a ride...
And I find a slip of paper taped up, listing another property for rent, I'm curious, it's got a strange symbol, squares, beneath it and I'm trying to decipher it but key upon the slip is the statement that "price is no object" and I wander the house looking for someone to talk to this about, is it true and if so maybe I can afford it....
G is still there, he's brought his daughter and she's watching a tiny TV, G is lifting weights, he's all pumped up like Arnold Schwarzenegger, he's watching me and I remember that I haven't told him I'm leaving....
Now I find the owner of the house, the one I'm renting it off of, he's drinking in front of a computer and he tells me it's true, money's no object and they'll buy all the major appliances for whoever takes the property off their hands, all new, ...in the next room is an obviously gay guy working an old - 1980's old - yellow screened giant computer, he's getting some fax or transmission from "Outlook", the gay magazine in Calgary, and I'm asking him if there isn't anything a bit more modern, admiring the retro look of it, and G is joking that he must be gay and he says that yes, yes he is and G is dumbstruck, doesn't know what to say, and the gay guy is turning to me, his face is all black and blue and I ask him what happened and he explained that it was some little brawl at Stampede...
Now I'm wandering around the house, I've already moved in and my furniture, belongings are in piles everywhere, and everywhere I wander I discover more rooms, the kitchen, maybe 50 feet long and lined with shelves, a 10" ceiling, now there's another room I didn't see beside it, another 50" of shelves and 10" ceiling, painted a 50's lime green, enough to put everything I own in, and I'm overjoyed at the prospect of sorting this shit out...
G is now talking to me, telling me I should reconsider moving, it's too expensive (and it isn't at all) and the owner is an alcoholic (? so ? what do I care..) and the other guy is gay (and what does that matter?) and as I walk through the house, discovering new rooms and vistas all the time, it begins to fill with friends...theater friends, young attractive people whispering behind my back about the housewarming gifts they forgot to bring me...
There's a giant living room, balcony, it overlooks the river valley, beside it another room, as well giant, overlooking the river, the house, this house, it's huge and unending and it's filling with friends that I don't know and G has disappeared and I'm thinking that there's no way I'm going to go on vacation, this house, it's perfect, I'm going to stay here and party with my newly discovered friends for the next 3 weeks...
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It must have been in Edmonton, I'm not sure why, it was familiar, definitely not Calgary, dream landscapes populated with forest and thrift shops.
I've taken the boy (a younger the boy) to the neighborhood thrift shop, it's not so far away, we're searching through the jewelry for religious kitsch, rosaries and such. And there's nothing there. I have something with me, I can't remember what it is, an invention of some sort...
There's nothing, but there's another thrift shop downtown, not far, and so we set out on foot. It's cool, evening, clouds in the sky, we're cutting through some sort of thick forest ? (Which is why I thought Edmonton, like Edmonton's river valley?) - there's a parking lot and a girl, she's blond, pinched face, she's nice but she doesn't get it, my invention, and as we continue on to the thrift shop she's heard thinking "I really feel like some potatoes..."
On the other side of the forest parking lot there's a road and we cross the road, more trees, and we see him coming through the sky. It's magical, really, the only way to describe it, there's this man wearing round glass & leather "Steampunk" goggles and he's standing on a blender, he's jury rigged a handle from a scooter or pogo stick onto it and he's using it to fly through the sky...
Needless to say our trip to the thrift shop is abandoned, for the moment, and the steampunk guy with the blender, he's cool, we hit it off well, he looks a bit like Dick Van Dyke, (who else?), he gives me the blender to take the boy on, only I have to get some more grape juice as it's done blending and won't fly until it's been refilled, and so I pop into a convenience store, the old-school ma-and-pop type, and sort through the freezer (it's all frozen orange juice!!) until I find some grape juice and ice and I go and refill the blender and the boy stands on my feet and we fly home to drink grape slurpees on the magical blender helicopter.
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And there's some news flash, article, it says "Outa" but I can't read too well in dreams and when my eyes focus it says "Utah" and it's about how they've discovered the biggest dinosaur in the world, and they have a computer model of it done by some U of C scientists and beside it they've animated a model of Shrek going along and bashing it's bones with a club to give it scale...
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It was a damned strange dream and so with great difficulty I got myself up and made my notes and fell back asleep.
More of the same damned strange dream, and then I woke up and resolved to blog about it but the notes I had made didn't exist, they were in my dream as well.
Most disconcerting.
This is what I remember of it:
I'm waiting tables in a restaurant, dark wood, high ceilings, no place that I can remember. Waiting for drinks I've ordered at the bar I meet other people I've worked with - Fred, "Hot Sauce" Fred, only it doesn't really look like him, he's much better looking and the only reason I know it's Fred is because he's so damned sarcastic. I'm surprised that he's here and he's looking at me like I'm stupid, we all share this bar, he's from the restaurant next door, and I had forgotten/didn't know there was a restaurant next door....
Now I'm in the basement and another waiter, some Mexican fellow, is talking to a table about why they should tip, they're giving him a hard time, he's explaining that he's just glad of the opportunity of an honest living, they like that answer and leave and when they've left I check the bill, they've left nothing for a tip and I call him to tell him, curse them down, but when I turn around he's lying down naked with a big black waiter, flaccid cock, it's a homoerotic scene and other waiters in the basement are doing the same and I'm like "Uh-oh" and so I start to go upstairs, don't want to intrude and these are big boys and I really don't want to be made into anyone's bitch....
I'm upstairs, outside, looking at the restaurant and it's divided into 3 different restaurants, 2 thin ones on either side of one thick one in the middle, an older style "character" building, and I'm thinking that that explains running into Fred...
And that's it. Probably there was more but it's lost in the notebook lost in the dream...