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I'm at an antique store, looking around, I haven't been for a while...*(haven't been ever)
They've some sort of antique roller coaster, with loops and twists, small but high, bright and red, only $700...I should buy this, it would be great...
...and talking to the dealers, the owners, they lay aside certain days and designate themselves part of the City or Country and do exhibitions, not for money, ...
The owner, she's complaining, she just bought a train set and hasn't had a chance to set it all up and get it working so she's going to put up the sign that they're part of Canada and lay aside a day to do it...
People coming, people going, I'm recognizing old dealers...
Little G***, and she's got a couple of parcels assembled she wants to pick up, take, and the owner wants to be paid, and she's getting annoyed, I just pay for it but it doesn't seem to appease her...
Now, trying to leave, but I can't find my boots, one only, and lots that are similar, and I'm sorting through them trying to find the match to my boot, they're everywhere, in the entryway, in the back, I'm having no luck but I'm not going anywhere until I find my other boot...
In the back there's a corner, and I recognize an old puppeteer, he's getting ready to put on a show - the "Something something" puppet show, he's complaining about the owner, he's cheap, from England, and he's setting up a donation jar so he can get some tips and I'm wishing him the best...
And it's back to looking for my other boot...
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It's a sunny evening and I'm hitchhiking beside a road, only it's not a road, it's a long river that runs beside a waterfall, is a waterfall on it's right-handed edge that plunges to a lake far below. To the left there rise mountains and cliffs, there's a cheerful evening light and someone driving down the road, driving down the river, stops to give me a lift. I know him, don't know him, never met him, he's a customer from the restaurant and he knows me and so we talk...
He stops at a restaurant beside the road/river waterfall, we go in to grab a bite to eat, it's quaintly furnished, comfortable, there's a low dark wooden bar and a older barmaid and pleasant older blonde haired waiter in a gold embroidered shirt making conversation, he's chatty and he's wearing a a grotesque long and bulbous paper mache nose, it's strapped to his face where his real nose should be only it's been disfigured and so he's hiding it, and this nose, it's painted to look like flesh but it doesn't pass at all, more what a clown might wear in an old circus...
...and he's chatting and he's laying these shirts upon the counter, beautiful gold embroidered shirts, floral patterns, very regal, they're for me I understand...
...and I want to take the shirts but then I understand that if I do I'm to stay here and live and work, and this is not what I want, and I think to bundle up these shirts, take them with me and leave, only my ride has disappeared and the shirts are stained from some liquid on the bar and I'm telling myself that I can wash them...
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My dreams, the past 6 weeks, anxiety laden, not a single good one. Just shit dreams. And so this one - yesterday, no surprise, no deviation, surprising in it's content but it wasn't really, I'd subconsciously absorbed Kurzgesagt's "What if we Nuke a City" video from my recommendations on YouTube, I hadn't even watched it, I knew it wouldn't end well, but it still ended up being the malign subject for my dream.
Which was as follows:
That I've somehow survived a Nuclear Attack upon my city, only I'm burned, deeply, I can feel the irradiation in my skin, and I know that I haven't got long left, a couple of days, max, but I move underground into this labyrinth of underground cities with others, also burned, and we find a new city...
...that ends up being nuked as well, and always we're finding new cities, and I can feel the radiation burning through my clothes, through my skin, and I know that soon it'll be peeling off me, peeling off everyone, we're all doomed to die and soon ...
That was it. Most of my nuclear war dreams end hopeful, this one did not, merely a succession of cities getting nuked and myself being increasingly irradiated.
And I didn't even watch the fucking video. All my dreams, these past 6 weeks, none worth writing down, all permeated with a vague, unsettling disquiet...
I need to go on a dopamine fast and quick. Monday. Monday expect no posts from me, I'll be fasting...
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(since returning to the Kootenays I've had lots of strange dreams...)
I dreamed that a group of my friends (?? Who? I don't know...) had bought me a vintage sportscar, old, from the 50's, and I'm grateful for the gift but I don't want it, I don't need it, It will be too expensive to restore, and I'm at a farmers place - green farm with trees, somewhere north of Edmonton, the farmer, he's just dug up this car for me, it's been buried, 70 years almost, under 2 feet of soil, he's other vintage cars as well, all of them buried, under 2, 3, 4 feet of soil, and I'm expressing my dismay over the cost of restoration, how will I ever afford to get this working, running, and he's telling me that it's in great condition, almost started, just sputtering a bit, normal, given it's age...
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**Strange dreams lately. A long spell of no dreams, then a few wild ones I forgot to write down. This one I did**
I'm going prospecting, Southern Alberta, not Southern Alberta, a dream landscape I've visited before. There's a valley, strewn with lava stones and gems, and I'm going to stop there first along the way...
Only as I get there there's a bridge, and over the bridge, towards me, flowing a viscous green mass of water, there's been a flood, no prospecting today...
I'm at home, a 3 story apartment in a small sunny neighborhood somewhere, wooden balcony, peach plaster building, external stairs up to the flat, 3 beds, I have roommates, ....
2 pretty girls, I don't know them but I work with them, they're friends, upstairs on the beds making themselves comfortable, they're going to be spending the night, their flat is under water, and I'm thinking this could get spicy...
Then more people - B****, hipster waiter from the D "n" D in the Kootenays, he's here, other friends I haven't met yet, don't know, know only that they're friends...
Outside, the light of the setting sun, I see the green water swirling down below, the flood has reached here, people are climbing the steps to higher ground, leaving their ground level flats, I see ****?, the wife of an old customer of the old restaurant, I've seen her husband around lately but have been avoiding him, wanted to avoid awkward artificial pleasantries, the balcony and apartment are filling up, there's a festive atmosphere...
I've walked around the balcony, lots of people up here watching the water, when all of a sudden it rises at once, 10, maybe 20 feet, and all the flats beneath me are flooded, I'm teasing B**** about living in his parents basement, he's going to have a mess to clean up for sure, when I realize - I live on the second floor, and everything I own is under water...
The water, as suddenly as it rose it's sinking now, and all I can think about is that everything I have is ruined, watches, everything, and I have no insurance...