dreams...
I'm in my father's house, not house, living there, there's Uncle B**** and P**, at the end of a hall there's an antique phone, land line...Uncle P** tells me to call this number, it's a scam or something, as soon as I lift the receiver there's a voice telling me that I've done something wrong and the police have been dispatched.
We shrug, we've done nothing wrong...
I can't seem to find my room, opening doors, so many doors, he's let out some of the rooms to strangers, I see beds in each of the rooms, otherwise bare...
I'm drinking cranberry juice and soda, we have a soda machine, don't know why, I'm thirsty, but can't seem to quench the thirst, no matter how much ice I add the juice is never cold enough...
...driving, in my jeep, following a car, cutting across the states from Montana through Idaho and into Washington...the road is full of snow, the car ahead of me is trying to speed but the road is too slippery, I'm in no rush and back off, through a tunnel, exiting the road is completely blocked by a snow drift, an ice cave follows the general direction of the road, but it's impassable, you can see the colors of daylight through the snow above, I get out to take a picture, get my phone, this would be a great panorama, but my fingers, they're not working as they should, I can't seem to get the passcode in, the phone/camera isn't working...
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...dreamed that I was in a big Banff-Springs-Styled hotel/shopping mall somewhere in the Drumheller Valley, I'm to be marrying a couple of the regular customers in the restaurant, waiting in a church inside the hotel, the bride has arrived, but there's no groom or guests...
Some parts of the hotel are open to the sky, the ceiling is in ruins, like an old castle, and a storm breaks and so I retire into the church to wait it out, the bride has disappeared...
...popping my head out, wondering at the absence of guests, I look down the open hall and see them all assembled in the lounge, they see me, wave, laugh, joke, they're all here, and I realize that I'm not really a minister or priest and what exactly am I supposed to be doing...?
It doesn't matter, there's a big parade through town, Drumheller, all the residents, shopkeepers, they're there, dressed up as performers, acrobats, larger than life characters, and as I roll through with the parade I'm impressed, they're all dancing their best, the music, festival, is amazing, Superbowl quality, first class, and as the parade passes they step into line and follow, they're all abandoning the town, it's done, over, and I wonder if some will have to go back to the ghost town to wrap up their affairs, or is it now, really, all done? ... The parade is amazing...
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I'm in Edmonton with the daughter and some other fellow I don't recognize or know, but I know him in the dream...he's small, dark, nondescript, irrelevant...
...we are downtown, he wants to go to this costume shop, and so the daughter and I decide to go along...they, her and him. are going to sit in the front of the bus, I'm a bit behind them and when I get on the bus I can see them further back, the seat by the driver is empty so I sit down...
...the driver, he has a friend standing behind him, a large, blousy woman...or not...she's helping him to change into drag, he's in various stages of undress, getting into his ballgown...I can understand why they moved to the back of the bus...
...meanwhile the bus is crossing the High Level Bridge, the costume shop, it's somewhere along Whyte Avenue, the driver and his friend, they're talking excitedly about the party they're going to, an event of some sort, and I'm generously trying to imagine that the driver is just costuming himself in women's clothing when he says some rather forward things to me that confirm my growing suspicions...
I look around the bus, everyone is dressed up, one, a black extended nose and spots on his cheek, made up like a cute dog, others...a cosplay or drag convention? I can't tell, my daughter is getting into a fight now with some of the other passengers, one comes to tell me, an oversized raggedy ann...doesn't matter, it's our stop, time to get off...
...Off the bus, a dead end road, nothing is around, nighttime, the dark haired man is leading us off into the dark to find the costume shop...where are all the other passengers going? there's nothing around...I'm wondering now about getting back, getting the daughter back to school, Qatar, a couple of days at least before we're back in Calgary...
A school gymnasium, doors burst open, lights, brightly colored real cheerleaders, and I'm thinking damn the costume shop, I wanna go to this party...
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Not *THE* restaurant, other restaurants, less dreams, as I seldom find time to sleep, it's more the ongoing chronic exhaustion of the holiday season in a poorly staffed restaurant. Of a large restaurant, built around a courtyard, the center descending several levels deep, there's been a flood and the lower levels are covered in slime, filth, they need to be cleaned, and I am trying to organize this while dealing with the customers on the main level ...
...and recognizing the too regular customers from the restaurant, *THE* restaurant, otherwise benign, harmless, even pleasant customers, but I am strangling them, killing them, it's them or me ...
...Outside, somewhere around Elbow Park, a bright summers day, I'm somehow between 2 restaurants, going from one to the other, admiring the architecture, an old, large gingerbread styled masonic lodge, eccentrically put together, behind it an old sandstone church, the lodge is interesting and I know inside it's fabulously decorated....
(No sleep, merely unconscious intervals between work, between customers arriving early by all and any doors, and leaving late... Which, if my dream life is any indication, is becoming a bit overwhelming...2 days to go!)
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