dreams...
I'm the king of a castle at the North end of a remote mountain lake, large, several stories, stone, it's at the end of a long road...
And I've received word that there's going to be an insurrection, and so I'm packing my things to flee, at first, only a dinghy, I'll follow the lake down into the wilds, but then I realize that their the wilds for a reason, there's nothing down there, and so I take the car, pack the dinghy into the trunk, and then I realize I have no money for gas, a castle with no money? and I think there must be a treasure some where I should be able to dig up...
Fuck it. I know who's behind this, and I go to his house in a rage...a suburban house, windows, portly wife, it's the middle of the night and I'm banging on the door, go around the back, break the windows to let myself in, the Councillor, he want to know who it is, his portly wife, she's offering me some shepherds pie...
...And now, walking up the shore of the lake I'm passed by a white blur, too quick it whips along the rocks, and when it stops I see it's a magnificent, pure white garter snake with pale grey markings and pink dots, perhaps 6 feet in length, I try to pick it up but it flares it's head, turns in my hand, I let it go, fumble with my phone to take a picture, for my father, we'd been discussing how snakes have been disappearing, another one appears, the same size and colors, but different markings, I recognize it as the female of the species, the first one's mate, they're both sunning themselves on rocks, I'm trying to get a picture, but my camera is loaded with dumb games, stupid software, I can't find the camera app, I didn't install these, don't know who did, the only solution is to reboot the phone into safe mode and restore it...
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I'm in a prospecting meeting, of sorts, other prospectors, some irrelevant people, dark room, a desk with a fat bossy kid, he's taken over from the boss...all around there are disconnected bath fixtures, bathtubs, toilets...
I'm picking at a blackhead on my ankle, start to squeeze it and the puss jets out, at first a narrow stream, then bigger, like toothpaste from a tube...I'm amazed, really, how much is in there, keep squeezing, more and more keeps coming up, I'm wiping it off, looking for a place to wipe it...
...and moving up my ankle, looking for more blackheads, I discover a pair of nipples on my inner ankle bones, I squeeze them, they jet out a splash of milk, then the toothpaste-styled puss, my hands are full of it, I look into the bathtubs, can wipe them in there, only the irrelevant people are sleeping in them...
...The boy, he's still barking directions, I'm paying attention, sort of, despite his bossiness he's proving surprisingly competent...
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I'm living at home, a nice home, nighttime, comfortably lit, my parents home I think, and going downstairs to the main level I find that the stairs are under construction, the bottom 3, 4, 5, 6 steps, every time I return more and more are missing, and I get to the bottom by sliding on the banister or jumping...
..Until I'm approached by someone in the house, family I'm guessing, who tells me that I should use the back stairs, the central staircase in the middle of the house, I'd forgotten about them, and I go to use them and then I realize, this is my house, these are my stairs, I should be the one fixing them, this is my project...
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I'm in Nelson, going to visit (??), a large, Victorian property just off Baker Street, their doing renovations to it, it wraps the corner of the building, beautiful inside, and I'm thinking that it must have cost a fortune...
...a couple of friends approach me, (I don't know them), they offer me some "tobacco", I decline, and they laugh and assure me it's just "English Tobacco", burned cigarette ends...
...the building they're renovating, the doors are under scaffolding, they're gutting the upper levels, I duck through into the entryway and I'm hit by falling lumber, not too hard, and I'm a bit annoyed and when the construction workers pop their head around the corner I tell them that back in Alberta this would never happen...
and the one responsible, tall, long hair and a black and white painted face, I know him somehow, mutters under his breath that in Alberta we have "the restaurant" and I know what he means...somebody approaches, whoever I was coming to meet, is going to fire him, but I grab him by the arm and pull him back into the house ... "I might need him" I tell him, might be getting a job myself when I move here...
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