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That I'm on Kootenay Lake, Not Kootenay Lake, Kootenay Lake only much narrower and the mountains, from the edge, are so much higher...
I'm on a dock with my daughter, looking across, there's a miniature cruise ship, 4 stories above the water with 4 smokestacks just like the Titanic. And across the lake a glacier slips down and plunges in, a big wave and the cruise ship tips on it's side, I look at my daughter, I'm annoyed but I have to dive in and try and save some of the people, the water's going to be cold, I grab a garden hose from the dock and leap in...
Swimming, swimming, they don't need me at the ship, there weren't so many people on it after all,but there's a box that's fallen into the water, filled with - ?Pearls? I don't know, but it's sinking and sinking, the lid is open and it's contents are floating up but I'm swimming deeper after the box, the water isn't so cold after all...
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I'm a passenger in a car being driven down the 3A, sitting in the back seat, and we're being chased by a T-Rex...bigger than a T-Rex even, huge, and it's bearing down on us and I'm crouched on the floor with a tiny axe yelling to the driver "Just stop the car and I'll whack it!" but the driver won't stop, and as fast as he's going the T-Rex is keeping up, alongside us now and roaring through the windows, it'll rip the top off the car and me and my tiny axe, we don't stand a chance...
Long day out handing out resumes, everywhere too busy, this is not the season to be looking for work. Got home exhausted, short nap, this was the result...
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I'm in front of a convenience in my jeep, trying to get some sleep. An old 70's Cadillac, black sun-bleached paint, going back and forth in the parking lot, I can't see a driver...
I fall asleep, wake up a couple of hours later, am going to go home. The sun is low in the sky, it's autumn, I'm driving home, through suburbs that remind me of Edmonton, my teen years, passing a walk-up apartment block there's 27 bodies (??) on the front lawn, all of them draped in white sheets, there are cops, ambulances, it's a drug related hit gone wrong, they didn't get the right apartment and so hit the whole building...
At home I'm telling Mom and Dad, they're upset, it's not their neighborhood, not the one they knew, I'm reassuring them, this crime, it's just an anomaly, a blip, things here are as safe as they've ever been...
(**Weird, filled with evocations of being a teenager again, the old neighborhoods-not neighborhoods, suburbs that remind you, evoke Edmonton...)
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I've traveled back in time to a big, old hotel, it's a servers nightmare, the kitchen is on one floor, the bar is on another, and everywhere there are flights of stairs and unattended tables, I can't keep up, can't begin to keep up...people keep arriving, looking at me expectantly, where do I find the water? This place is a labyrinth, I'm lost...
...a couple at one table, they seem to be enjoying themselves, younger man, twenties, 80's hair, older woman, they tell me that it's time, and they push a remote control and blow up their car, it's somewhere in the hotel, I'm horrified that people will be hurt, I have a bad feeling about this, but they seem pretty confident everything will work out fine...
...the hotel is evacuating, everything is now under control, I can see outside a big blast in the side of a parkade, smoke, people are walking underneath the dangling wreckage of an automobile and I'm getting angry and shooing them away, I'm convinced this bomb thing will end badly...
...in a guests room, he's talking to me familiar like, I've served him before, he's barrel chested and has no torso, lower limbs, just his arms that he uses to carry himself about, and his wife, I don't recognize him at all, but I turn around and by the time I look back he's pulled his torso and legs out from his abdomen or wherever he had them tucked, he's standing up like Burt Reynolds, all normal, laughing at me, he was just joking, I recognize him now, don't I?
...at the back entry there's a stack of old bottles the hotel is throwing away, they're shaped like figurines for exotic and expensive liquers, novelty bottles, one a gilt and porcelaine pig, another is Wile-E-Coyote, there are others, and I'm collecting them, wondering where to store them, someone tells me I have a locker...
...down in the basement of the parkade, I don't recognize this place, I don't have a locker here, friend assures me I do, I find my key, it's a small locker, like a half-sized one at the gym (not the locker I was thinking of), no room for these figurines, inside are a bunch of papers I'd written for university, it's been a long time since I've seen them, makes sense, I'm way back in time, my twenties, I scan the papers, gently scathing criticism from professors, comments...that's all, ...
Now I'm thinking, there's got to be a few people to look up, people I met when I was older and wouldn't it be curious to meet them when they were younger only there's no internet in the 80's or email and how would I get hold of them?
(Strange.)
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(A few nights ago the restaurant filled, 19 tables inside, 4 on the patio, I was the only one on. It was every waiter's nightmare. Some of the customers got it, some didn't, I couldn't even begin to keep up with the apologies, let alone the service. Summer is coming. And surviving the nightmare I knew there'd be dreams...)
That I'm in the restaurant, people coming, going, the restaurant but not this restaurant, the same but not, and everyone is arriving and ordering and I'm not keeping up, despite it not obviously being all that busy, making drinks, clearing tables, forced into idle chit-chat by tables that don't understand...
...and I realize that I'm dreaming, that I don't have to be doing this, I can do whatever I want, yet still I continue to make their drinks, bring their food, wake up, fall back asleep, to the same dream, realize that I'm dreaming this, accost one of the customers for sex, she consents, people around are trying not to pay attention, but it's my dream after all and I'll do whatever I want, I break from sex for a minute to go and pour some drinks, bring some food, get back to her, she didn't think she'd be getting lucky, she must be dreaming as well, she's taken the break while I'm running around to start to trim up her bush, rug, she's grown it a bit Kootenay Style, ...
...from her to another customer I didn't realize was here, shes staring at me in shock and horror, me, fornicating away in the middle of the restaurant, "What? You want sex too?" I ask her, she demurely looks down and quietly answers "Yes"...
(A restless dream, not good, never able to escape the restaurant, the expectations of others, not, despite the content, even the least big sexy, more about how I've made myself slave and prostitute to the expectations of others...something to think about.)