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I've got to go over to R**'s to fix his computer. He picks me up with a client and announce they've acquired some perverted domain - somethingperverse.com, R** is boasting about what a deal it was - "Only $400" he says, he's going to use it to link back to the sites I've been working on to drive them up in the search engines. I don't see the point, the site we're working has nothng to do with this at all, still....They stop a little mall, they have to run inside for a moment.
Outside the mall is a small parking lot, surrounded on all sides by short red brick buildings. It's very green, trees, lawn. I'm waiting outside. It begins to rain. Looking around I spot a small arcade, and think to go inside, I recognize it, familiar somehow, perhaps from another dream.
Inside there's a man behind glass to make change, another room you can go into to play the games, looking through the window I see a Ms. Pac Man game, I have a quarter, but wonder if I won't be too long, I can play for a while on this game. Water is dripping through the ceiling, somebody apologizes, bangs it with a broom and the water stops. I go back outside.
It's still raining, and I realize that I'm not supposed to fix the computer until tomorrow. And so I stop waiting for R** and begin to walk home.
There's a field outside a school, very green, like British Columbia or Vancouver in the fall, and it's still raining, but there's a thunderbolt and the rain turns into Hershey Kisses, quickly I fill my pockets, I find a small, elegantly wrapped egg in sheer plastic wrap and a bunny in foil, recognizing them to be Bernard Callebaut I pick them up as well.
And I'm walking home, alongside a narrow green strip of park, swinging the foil bunny and plastic wrapped egg beside me in a bag, congratulating myself on my good luck and eating the Hershey Kisses.
I notice a badger. He's walking alongside me, looking over and noticing me, he growls. I think it's unusual to see a badger, especially in the city, then he runs at me and makes to bite me. I knock him gently out of the way with my bag, he tries it again, I knock him away again. This is very odd, the badger isn't working very hard, I think....
There's a kiosk and a young plump blonde is working behind it in the park, an information booth of sorts, so I stop and tell her about the badger. She doesn't think it's odd. I explain how it's been pursuing me and trying to attack me and she thinks about this for a moment, looking confused, then says: "I know, I think it has rabies...". I'd already had the same thought. I persuade her to leave the kiosk, we'll trap the badger inside and call the SPCA before it bites anyone. She reluctantly agrees.
The badger comes after me again, and I sweep it up with the bag and into the kiosk. We can hear in there, it's annoyed...A green recycling tub is inside the kiosk, with some dirty water from the rainfall, I think to open it and get the badger inside, again I trap it in my plastic bag and throw it into the tub, it splashes, then sinks in the water bubbling, and I worry the badger might drown.... we close the tub lightly and tip it to let the water out, it strains out, through the lid I glimpse the badger nonchalantly lying on it's back eating a chocolate cookie. We take the tub out of the Kiosk and the blonde goes back inside, she's going to call the SPCA. A woman with her child stop, they crouch down by the tub, the plump blonde comes out again to open the tub slightly and allow the child to reach in and pet the badger...
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A jumble of dreams, this one just before 4:00 AM.
I'm on a full airbus, near the back - behind me and across the aisle is Ron Paul.
I recognize him, say hi, the airbus is very full, there are even passengers standing in the aisles, holding straps like passengers do on commuter trains. He's happy I've recognized him, he's leaning forward, he want to talk to me, but the people standing in the aisle are in the way.
I have a feeling that he's not recognized too often.
At the back of a plane is a couple - a yankee guy and a girl. I say yankee because the guy has a thick southern accent, I can't always decipher what he's saying. The girl is mostly quiet.
He's telling me, or trying to tell me, that I have a very strong accent that makes me tough to understand.
I want to laugh but I don't and just humour him.
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The plane lands someplace in Montana, near a famous dinosaur digging site, there's a thrift shop just outside the airport, I pride myself in being able to find them anywhere, the boy has flown on ahead of me, has found a pair of rollerskates he wants, everyone is wearing these Jurrassic Park style T-shirts with silhouettes of dinosaurs on them....
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It's night and I'm in front of one of those imaginary family restaurants in an imaginary high street somewhere in North Edmonton. I miss this area, the windows into the restaurant are plastered with theatre posters, coming carnivals and events, there's an ice cream poster on the door - "The Pimple Maker" - it's a big single scoop of Ice Cream with a large hunk of chocolate on top, the chocolate has been broken open to reveal a sweet candy mass dripping out onto the ice cream.
Then I'm talking to Milan, apologizing for never visiting him, I'm trapped in suburbia - "So far into South Edmonton" I complain "That I might as well be living in Calgary....."
The dream changes. I'm in a long hallway, generic, patterned carpet, lighting like they have in hotels. I've done well, gambling, made a few million, and as I'm leaving the casino a big black guy, casino goon, comes to stop me. He reaches for his gun but I've got the drop on him, I've taken the precaution of arranging for a third arm, a magicians dummy hand and sleeve, to hang down on my right side with it's hand stuffed with paper, thousand dollar notes on the inside and outside to make it look like money. My free hand is inside my jacket, I reach up and aim a large semi-automatic at the thug, he continues to go for his piece and so I shoot him. I keep walking out of the casino, I see another guy who owes me money, he's coming for me as well, I twist his arm and force him to his knees, gun at his temple, "Do it" he's telling me, I don't want to, he owes me money, 30 something, bland face with clear blue eyes looking back at me "Do it!", pushing his head against the muzzle of the gun....
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The book is beside my bed, and the pattern's the same. I wake up, often in the middle of the night, but am too tired to get up and write the dream down. Or I wake in the morning, and am too tired to write it down. Or I find it too disjointed, meaningless, unpleasant to write down.
An example: Saturday night - following the Darfur film at the Marda Loop Justice Film Festival, I awoke in the middle of the night, strange dream of me in an Arab store, killing a blue turbanned Arab, cutting his throat, garish, obvious, blood, the arabs around me reassuring me that he deserved it, then Horatio Cain from CSI Miami comes with his team of crack-investigators to investigate, I've blood on my hands, they find the body in the freezer....I wrote it down, but hated it, couldn't bring myself to post.
It was too obvious. The CSI Miami comes from the barber where I get my haircut, it was on the TV as he clipped my hair, the cutting of the arabs throat a reaction to the film. Unpleasant, unworthwhile.
Maybe tonight there will be something better.
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This was a long dream last night, with several parts, I woke at 2:00 AM to write it down in part, but have a crushing headache, notes were scanty.
J***, the boys step father, has pulled up in his white truck to drop the boy off. I invite him in for a beer, he accepts, I tell him follow the boy inside, I'll just have to run to the store....I don't have any beer on hand, must go buy some.
And now I am returning on foot from someplace deep in Southeast Calgary, across the Deerfoot trail, I'm cutting through some sort of amusement or theme park, large green trees everywhere, old buildings filled with old machinery, my children are somewhere up ahead. It's a weekend. I keep running into construction workers, people I've worked with on odd jobs about the city, they seem friendly enough and remember me, I remember them only vaguely but they say hi and remember where we've worked together, they seem happy enough. The beer has been forgotten. Leaving the park, there are 3 bridges I must cross to get home, but I first must climb these steps up a large hill, on either side is a man-made terraced waterfall, filled with vintage watches, most of them are free for the taking, some are seperately priced. I stop to look at some, pulling them out of the water, the seperately priced ones are in plastic baggies nailed into the concrete. They are all interesting, unique, but no-name brands, not worth the repairing, I haven't time to look at them all, I remember having been here once before with D** and wonder how I've forgotten about it. I get to the top of the stairs, now in a long promenade of green trees, there is a group of husky 15 and 16 year olds coming up the stairs behind me, shouting taunts and insults, I think to ignore them, wonder why their doing this, then decide to wait for them, teach them a lesson. They reach the top of the stairs and I knock one of them down, they are surprised, hurt, offended, they weren't directing their comments at me, they were talking to a group of youths ahead of me, I am friends with their mother, (I look down the stairs now and see a 37 year old blonde, she waves and then turns shyly away), we feel bad about the misunderstanding.
I keep going, the children always just ahead of me, Calgary becomes again the real Calgary, not the dreamscape of bridges and trees, I am closer to home...