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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...
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A short nap.
I'm at work and Dave the dishwasher has bought a new car, a shiny red trans-am type vehicle, only it's not our Dave, it's Dave the busboy I used to work with at Chianti's.
I borrow it, it's the gap between shifts and I'm going to run to a distant thrift shop, I haven't been for a while and I've a feeling that they have all sorts of treasures waiting to be discovered. I ask the owner if he wants anything, he asks me to pick up a Herald and 2 copies of the Calgary Sun for the old ladies in the kitchen, I ask about the ones we get delivered and he shrugs, they got snowed on, wet,...
And I drive through the city, it's Calgary but not Calgary, there are old buildings and hills everywhere, it's snowing and for some reason everyone in the world is in the back seat....I take a shortcut down an alley and it goes down a steep hill and eventually I arrive at the bottom but the exits are blocked by barricades, apparently the shortcut I took was actually a flight of steps (obscured by the snow), pedestrians only, and some wiseacre bystander quips that the state troopers will come shortly to release the barricades, and he says it in a way that implies I'll be in all sorts of trouble...
There's no way to go back up the stairs that I've just come down, they're too steep and the snow is melting....
I notice an unbarricaded exit onto a main road, wonder why I didn't spy it earlier, everyone gets back into the car and I escape. It's getting late and none of us want to be late for work. The restaurant will be opening up in just a couple of minutes. I don't know where I am, it's dark, snowy, but coming up a hill I get a dejavu and think that I recognize the area and sure enough, when we get to the top there's the old hotel and I know where I am now, 37 St, we're just a couple of minutes from work....
Driving, passing a nightclub I've always meant to stop into and it's spring now, early evening, green trees, the sun's out, in front of the club there are couples in 18th century dress fornicating, men in powdered white wigs with youthful faces kneeling between the legs of beautiful young women, I slow down, there's a sign above the club that says it's a Kappa Sigma-something else initiation party, there's pale pink walls with maxims written on it in difficult to read cursive script, I'm not in the car anymore, am trying to read it, "Bring who you will and take who you please...." is the motto, or words to that effect, there are others and I'm trying to read them as well when I run into some TV celebrity who's attending the fraternity initiation, she recognizes me and we're chatting, the initiation is open to anyone and then she tells me she's brought her boyfriend in an attempt to dispel any possibly untoward intentions...