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I'm in a room speaking to an older woman, her husband designed the 1949 Silver Canadian Dime. It looks just like the regular dime, but the queen's head is split into half, the one half the same formal representation on every dime, the other half is a sort of Matisse - styled abstraction, a bit like the figure on the French Centime...I'm impressed, I don't know why, this isn't something that would ordinarily impress me, I ask her how many were minted but she postpones my questions for her husband, I look around her house, it's nice, darker, furnished with fine antiques and paintings, she gives me a dime to keep....
And now I'm escaping from someone, don't know or remember who, I duck into a church, the 7th Day Adventists...It's like a church basement, no chairs, people sitting in the middle of the floor, too brightly lit....
Richard Pryor is there, he's naked and conducting a sort of Bingo, everyone's got some sort of scratch card with a bunch of different playing cards depicted on them, he's calling numbers and they scratch off the corresponding card...I decide to play to pass the time while hiding out....
He turns around, and while I shouldn't look I can't help but notice how hairy his ass is, really, a beard that grows down between his legs and balls, but nobody seems to mind...
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I've had a wealth of strange dreams lately. I put it down to stress. And while I won't write these down in their entirety, here is a brief sampling.....
There's a Chinese boy, maybe 7, he's over in America on a scholarship, hiding in a now defunct radio telescope array, I see him, his family, shadows flitting about the unused equipment, he's a prodigy, there are other people living down here, some are more legal than others, and his story is that he was a prodigy, brought over when NASA was still thriving, now, with NASA defunct, they're living here....
Or I'm on my way to see a play, Orpheus and Euridyce's at the Grand, and I've caught a bus in from out of town...It drops me off in an old neighborhood not far from the theater, I think, and so I begin to make my way towards the play....I pass somewhere I used to live, counting the street numbers, it's getting later and later and I realize that I'm not going to make the play....
There's a building and I'm inside, it's a poetry reading, famous local lawyer is reading, he's tall, thin, good looking with shock of dark hair, those fashionable thick dark rimmed glasses and a peculiar overbite that sees his top row of teeth extend an inch above his bottom. He's a lawyer but he'd really rather be a poet, the lawyer business is just something he does to pass the time... I've somehow volunteered with this play, and so go along with a coterie of volunteers to the theatre to see a pre-screening. It's in his law offices, there's a stage below and 1 floor up, perched precariously on the edge without room to move are the seats...I get vertigo finding mine, looking down at the stage, feels as if one could fall at any moment, and there's no guardrail to protect you.
It's a modern dance number, the dream passes, we help the dancers with their blocking, the view from above looks through a cross-shaped cut in the floor. He tells my my role as volunteer, I'm to hold up a sign on the Whitemud freeway in Edmonton that tells traffic how to get here....
I think this is absolutely useless, I've missed my play, Orpheus and Eurydice, but he's very persuasive and charming, and now begins to tell me about how the law firm he works for has hidden a cashbox full of money in a corner of the law office, buried right in the concrete, and maybe there's room for a bright young man such as myself to be his intern, we could split the proceeds....
I'm living somewhere north of Texas with a woman and her child...my daughter is there, we're only 3 hours from the Gulf of Mexico, the ex swings by to tell me it's OK, she doesn't mind living here, it's strange, the house is dark, like a woodsy log-cabin, something isn't right and I keep thinking that the Gulf of Mexico is only 3 hours from here....
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All in all a strange assortment, a rather unbroken streak of half-remembered, disquieting dreams...
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Up at 5:00 AM, can't sleep, work, sunrise, then at 9:00 go for a nap.
And I have the strangest of dreams. I have to take a parcel to Edmonton for my family, my brother, and so I take a bus to Red Deer then decide I don't want to go all the way to Edmonton and post it from there.
At the bus depot downtown I hang around for a bit, watching the police round up the crazies. There's a cute black hooker, her ass hanging out of her jeans, they take her too, bundle her into the van - "She's crazy" the police tell me.
And when I get home to my dream apartment my brother is there, other people I don't know, a Korean landlord and his 2 children, they've all brought beer and are having a party. There's a childs swimming pool in the living room, some baby in a stroller and this plump girl under a giant plastic umbrella smiling at me and I think the umbrella is really her hat so I complement her on it and she moves away to show me that it's really an umbrella.
There are all sorts of people everywhere..
My brother, he's trying to show me some photos he's got of me, this envelope, he wants me to send it in to Derren Brown, some sort of user participation is required for his next trick...different pictures of me, taken "surveillance style", we talk about the last trick, the lottery prediction, we agree it wasn't the best one...
I go upstairs, carpeted, dark blue, like a normal house. And I realize that this isn't my house, I don't know these people, it's all just a dream.
And so I go back downstairs in my underwear only, they all look at me funny, I've got a dark stain in the front (I just took a pee) and I tell them I don't care, it's just a dream, and they understand.
They're still talking to me. I'm getting upset, looking for meaning, Why this apartment? Why these people? What does it mean? And my brother brings me a chart that shows everyone in the building. In one of the apartments is Celine Dion. There's other apartments too on the same floor with names like "B Dion", so we guess that Celine owns all the apartments and is using Aliases. There are other apartments, we look at the names on those, some are obscured and hidden, like they don't want to be known, others are long strings of numbers and I'm trying to decipher them., remember them because they must mean something....
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The dream disappears, another, similar related dream which I forget....
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And then the dream of the world's best dollar cinema. I've forgotten I'm dreaming. I've taken the kids, it's clean, there's a long counter with all sorts of snacks and refreshments and it's empty except for a couple of employees who are doing stock or something. It's empty because we're late for the film, but there's no rush. There's a secretary or bookkeeper going over a long column of numbers with the manager, and so I go and order and give them $50.00 for the food. Meanwhile I'm talking to the manager, it's the best dollar cinema in the world, he's shown up today dressed as Batman, one of those plastic ripped-ab form costumes, but then he's got unicorns and musical notes painted with sparkles on his face, and I'm telling him how it completely ruins the Batman effect, makes him look gay, he's agreeing with me, pleasant enough, there's an usher, she dressed as Snow White but she's done it well and looks fetching as Snow White should. They're both very nice, there's a reason this is the best dollar cinema in the world, but now the manager and bookkeeper have gone back to their figures and the movies started and I haven't got my popcorn, so I tell the bookkeeper and she goes - "Oh, right big spender", because I gave her a $50, and she gives me change of 2 $50.00 bills and some smaller notes. I don't tell her, it's my lucky day, It's bright in this dream, the fluorescent lights overhead, and so I interrupt her again - the bookkeeper, to inquire about my popcorn and pop, she's forgotten, and suddenly I find myself on the end of the counter, in the children's party area, it's darker here and she's still off fetching my popcorn and I'm wanting to pay again to see if I get too much change....
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I'm somewhere traveling through United States, small towns, ghost towns of the American West. I'm at a party with some strangers, one of them is passing around a joint. It's Christmas and the stagecoach comes through - it's not cold, hot desert, but me and some older gentleman take the stagecoach through town - it's being driven by an coolie, who knows my companion and jokes with him - my companion wants him to take a new route through the town, but as there's only one road through town it's kinda tough....
We end up at a Saloon....
The next morning Wild Bill Hickock is there, I'm in this town or another, some archeologists have found the remains of the Eastend boys, I know them, they were a gang that rode down from Moose Jaw in the twenties and disappeared. They disappeared 'cause the Apaches got 'em, and we walk down from the hotel to a star shaped trench cut in the desert, the Apaches had lashed the boys to logs, suspended them in the trenches and then covered them over with dirt. Buried them alive. Some tribal elders show up, they look old, so old the skin has crawled back from their teeth and jaws leaving just the bone and their eyes roll freely in skeletal sockets, they look and nod, "They found 'em" they say...
Now I'm talking with Wild Bill and asking him if he's dead and all, I was pretty sure he was but he assures me he's not, there are these old prospectors showing me the opals and gems they've found in the desert, there are museums everywhere and he has along some famous Indian sidekick I should know, I do know in the dream, but I can't recall his name now. And they're showing me all sorts of stuff, and asking me all sorts of stuff, and we're getting along famously. It's like we're old friends. We trade some things. Then they do the show, it involves Wild Bill spraying a hose around in front of people, he's holding the end by the water barrel, and eventually a bullet makes it's way through and accomplishes some miracle of marksmanship. We're amazed and he's warning us all to stay back so we do, but one of the bullets goes astray and hits the fireworks-for-sale hut, it sputters, then goes up in blazes, everyone "ooohs" and "aaaahs" but then at once realize it's just another part of the show and break into applause...
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Probably this is related to the book "Fight Club" I picked up at a garage sale yesterday. I started to read it last night, Pumpkin (my daughters cat) had other ideas, after a couple of firm "No"!'s I exiled him from the bedroom and read the first couple of chapters. So far it reads well.
In the middle of the night I had a dream, I woke, made some mental notes, fell back asleep, and now will recapture what I can remember of it....
Me and Brad Pitt were picking up our kids from some Camp in the South West. I don't know what city, just that we were in the South West and we lived in the South East.
It was a Zoo camp, they had converted a giant wave pool to hold hippopotomases and other animals, giant atriums ... At night, when the kids were all out of the pool, done playing with the animals, they filled it with lentils and beans, these would germinate into sprouts by morning and be used to feed the wildlife...
It's dark outside and we've missed the bus, just him and me, somehow the kids must have caught it because the pool is deserted and so we have to set out to home on foot. I offer to help him find his way, I know where he's staying, he explains, it's by a client of mine in the country and I think that "damn, that's a ways" but I don't want to let him down, so we start walking, looking for a place where we can hail a bus....