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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...
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I'm with a large group of people and we're climbing Mt. Everest.
We're going for the top, although we won't get there today, we're on a stone track winding through the jungle, stairs up, there are many villages along the way with the Stupas and the Temples, we've reached one of the last and everyone has found a place to bunk for the night.
Dion and I, we've decided to press on, you can see the top of the mountain from here, walking through the village we run into some trouble - shots are fired, a frightened local, someone throws hundred dollar bills at us to buy our silence.
You can see the top of the mountain, almost straight up from where we are, but it's still covered in jungle, it's a false summit, when we get to the top we'll see the real summit but we want to climb to the top of the rise and see the view, where we're going, and so we keep climbing although daylight is fading fast, it's not mountain climbing so much as walking up a stone staircase in the side of the mountain, we should really break off and look for a place to sleep in the woods and I wonder that the altitude has not begun to take it's toll...
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A troubled nap interrupted by the daily call from Telus.
I'm at her place, but it's not, there's an open door and movers are carrying large mattresses, she's staying in a hotel. She's changed, pierced her nose and lips and has large bangles interlocking, she's behaving strangely, seductive but odd; when she takes off her shirt there's a large purple birthmark between her breasts, over top of it grows a mat of hair...the doors open, movers coming and going in the hall ...
It's not her, not who I remember anyways, and I ask her about the piercings, the purple birthmark, it strikes me that she must be sick, have a terminal illness, cancer, but she ignores me, and I wonder why she's staying at this hotel - outside it's raining, grey, drizzling.
She wants to go downstairs to the buffet, they have a great creme pudding she tells me in a way that tells me she's been here before and I wonder with who, there are things she's not telling, we go to the buffet and there's a host of people talking, in one room there's a pile of desserts around a chocolate fountain, the other there are these tiny puddings, off-brown, star shapes and soggy crackers, people are lining up for them and they look repulsive, the light everywhere is dim and grey...
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I'm in the South Pacific somewhere, close to Antarctica, on a tiny island filled with sapphire blue hot-springs .... it looks a bit like the mineral flows in Yellowstone, each terrace deep and filled, small patches of emerald green grass between them...I'm in the hot-springs before shipping back, unwinding, it's beautiful and there's a bigger island somewhere behind me, South Georgia Island or Ascension Island, a name I recall from a whaling book I recently read....
There's a body in the ship, for some reason it's stuffed in a trunk and we have to return it, one of our shipmates who didn't survive the voyage, and in the cabin of the ship, looking in the trunk where he's packed I'm discussing with someone (?? who?) what we should do with the body, we're supposed to return it, but we're discussing burning it, or a burial at sea....we have to pull him out of the trunk first though, and as he's been in there a while it might be messy....
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I'm trying to find the name of a murdered grade 6 teacher. I don't know why, only that there's some teachers behind me that want to know, and all I remember is that it was some years ago and she was kind of cute. She wasn't my teacher, but my son knows who it is, he thought she was cute as well, and I'm online googling her but not having any luck.
My father's there, he knows who I'm searching for but he thinks I should just leave it, it's not important....
On my computer the Google main search screen keeps changing, now it's orange and covered in stupid widgets, in the bottom left corner there's Robin Hood and his band of Merry Men, they're talking, joking and hamming it up and while I remember adding Robin Hood to my widgets I don't remember adding the merry men, and clicking on him close them up and they all disappear. It's a distracting screen to work from, orange, all sorts of irrelevant gadgets and add-ons, it looks like a late 90's webpage or a teenage girl's MySpace page, bizarre, and still I can't find what I'm looking for, she was murdered by a cabbie I think...