dreams...
And I wonder at the impression that Philadelphia must have made upon me, for twice in succession it's been referred to in my dreams, so it has some significance, or meaning, beyond the vacation or the place, and I need to puzzle this out...
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(A dodgy slice of pizza from the most dodgy corner shop in the world, chewy cardboard, dark lighting, and yesterday I'm surprised, runny nose, sore throat, fever, feel like shit all the work-long day. I was fine the day before, all I can think is to blame the pizza, home from work, bed, sweating up a storm, the recollection of dreams...)
...That I'm somewhere on the East Coast, Philadelphia, say, driving around in the inner city hoods, old hotels, houses, I park my car, a newer model Volvo SUV or sports-wagon, and go to sleep on a sofa some hippies have left on their lawn...the next morning, getting up, I can't find my car, walking around the block, there's a wreckers, and I'm concernedly checking there, everywhere, ask the hippies when they come outside, nobody knows where my car is...
Everywhere the air of faded grandeur, of wealth gone to ruin and decay, inside an old hotel, high ceilings and gilt peeling from plaster, it's a precinct and I'm asking the police about my Volvo, where is it? And they find out that it's been towed, and I'm asking where to, and they're telling me someplace far away, how much? they don't know, outside it's dark and I can see the lights of the city twinkling...
The dream changes...
Now, at atmosphere of infinite melancholy, of a love affair gone terribly wrong, I'm half participant, half observer in this dream...
There are a couple of dark haired children, a boy and a girl, and there's somebody with me, I don't know who, female, and we're in the woods near an old house, looking for works by a famous American Folk Artist who worked with twigs and found objects, old boats, lumber, trees, we know him, have seen his works in museums, but here, everywhere we find only the places where he's cropped his inspiration from, twigs missing in the forest, the imprint of a boat, a log removed from the leaves, it's everywhere twilight and the dark haired children run away, laughing and playing, and I'm waking up, want to see how this works out, I don't understand, is the love story about them, or about the other and me? ....
(Wake up, the sheets are soaking, feel marginally better, long night...)
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I'm at a festival of sorts, for children, old houses, well kept, line the street, there are clowns and mimes and jugglers and there's someone with a sparkler...
It's some sort of children's festival, I don't know where, only that people have come from as far away as Philadelphia for it, and I'm thinking they must be perverts, only that I'm reassured they're not, it's just that good a festival...
...On the top of a small hill, my house, old, perhaps a couple of stories high, and I'm inside, upstairs, when I see the walls begin to break apart, the drywall is crumbling as if it were being eaten by ants or termites, the same patterns crumbling the walls, ...
...And I'm shouting to the people inside (the children) to get out, the house is going to collapse, it was built above an Artesian Spring and the crumbling I was seeing was the water percolating up through the drywall...
...A couple escape, the house, it falls to pieces, the drywall and walls have been entirely dissolved, a couple of people I didn't know were inside, they pick themselves up from the ground, pull aside the black plastic (Vapor barriers?), they were hidden in the walls, I check and they're OK...
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Outside, watching the clouds billow...they're high and small at the base, one is flickering white sparks, extra white at the base, another has a series of deep blue vents or holes in it, they're everywhere, and before you know it they begin to arc great bolts of electricity into the ground and I grab G*** and say "We gotta get underground" and we do, and run through underground passages to a nearby mall where we can see the impact of the lightening strikes, fused glass, and people milling about shocked, and I realize that next it's going to rain hard and maybe we shouldn't be underground...
...next, a series of ads, man stealing bolts off door at a party, he's a thief, then an ad for an RRSP or Savings company...Tagline: "There's an easier way to do this..."
...I meet the actor playing the thief, really a thief, dressed a bit like Pee Wee Herman, he'd ordered a video game offline, giant floppy disk, for his vintage (?? Commodore?), as a free bonus they included the Encyclopedia Britannica on a 5 Floppy Disk Set, he'd read the whole thing and decided to become a Socialist...
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