dreams...
We're drawn into the room by the sight of eagles and seagulls trying to get into a birdhouse near the roof. It's a large room, painted blue like the sky, and the ceiling is perhaps 50 or 100 feet away. Staggered at different levels are all sorts of various apparatus, people working them, it's like a hands on science-museum of sorts, I'm guessing the people are somehow controlling the birds, and as I'm watching them flying everywhere about the room (surprisingly few collisions) one hits my elbow - ouch! - they have some weight, wooden, and a small bird, painted to resemble a hummingbird, comes and tugs at my sleeve, it has something to show me. And I begin to climb the various levels of the room, we'll get to the top and investigate things on the way down, but there aren't always stairs, or I've missed them, and as I'm standing on a short stool grabbing another stool to pull myself up a level the stool I'm grabbing onto begins to slide, I realize the bird has let go my sleeve and I've missed the easy stairs up, I get down to try again...
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It's the first time we've met, and she's a little plumper than I expected. In a good way, not a bad way, merely on the outer edge of my type...
She's changing into an outfit, large skirt, explaining that that's what she does for a living, she gets paid by fashion designers to wear their brands out in public, promoting their lines, I wait while she tries various outfits on, we're hitting it off...
...And now we're in a plush apartment, she's undressed to reveal that she's appropriately attired underneath, stockings, corset, and covered head to toe in some sort of body paint that keeps changing colors, psychedelic, and we're in a brightly lit large bathroom, door open, deep pile carpet underneath, trying to complete the deed, I'm trying to pull aside her knickers and she keeps changing color - blue, red, yellow, bright neon colors, fumbling and trying to hurry, I have to get to work, I have to get to work ...
(And I wake up from my nap. Time for work. I have to get to work. Another, rare sexy dream thwarted by the mundane pragmatism of day to day life...)
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I'm dreaming of some ancient celestial event, a comet, or meteor called Nostromo, that passed close to the earth in 1475. So close, in fact, that it's magnetism lifted into the air small keys and items of iron cutlery, carrying them with it until somewhere above the Arctic ocean it grew far enough away that it released them all, In the Arctic ocean now there's a giant mass of rusting keys dropped there by the passing comet, the history books are filled with accounts of this wonder, flickers in the clouds like lightening as it passes, people outside in wonder watching as their keys leave their hands and float momentarily in the air before being carried off....
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I'm in Drumheller, a construction party of sorts, I've parked my car in front of a run down house I don't know, autumn day, I'm returning to the car and I find the back has been heaped up with things, cool things, someone has broken into my trunk and left all it's contents on the back, but upon examining the things while I find they're close to what I would have in the trunk (there's an anvil, a railway lantern, a few other interesting antiques...) they're not the same. I walk up to the house to ask what's up, a familiar man answers, wry faced, I can't picture how I know him but he assures me that they're presents for me from everyone, especially this one guy I worked with (I don't know him...) whom apparently I helped to quit drinking. The gate I opened blows over in the autumn wind, it's just a big square built out of 2X4's and painted red, useless, I go and pick it up and wedge it back between 2 rocks, the wry faced guy is helping me...
...Now I'm in a hall, construction workers, there's a cupboard jammed packed full of liquor bottles, the safety inspector, an asian (I don't know him) tells me that I failed to clean it up before i quit, I'm pretty sure it wasn't me (and my coworkers will vouch for me), but I just begin to pull out the bottles and the garbage from the cupboard and put it into a bag. We fill a couple of bags and then discover that it's not just a cupboard, it's a doorway to a whole other empty, unused room, dusty from neglect, nobody knew it was here, I walk around for a moment checking it out...
....now I'm at a party, house party, everyone I know is there only I don't recognize anyone. There's this girl, she's trying to get me to roll her a joint, she's seen me rolling my tobacco and has declared me the best roller in the place, I don't smoke weed but I'm trying to roll it up for her and all the pot keeps crumbling up onto the floor, I'm on the floor trying to scoop it back into the paper, only now it's getting stuck in the cracks of the hardwood, a crowd has gathered and they're telling me to leave it, there's plenty more, everyone is offering some...she's trying to kiss me, classic approach-avoidance conflict, bringing her face close and then pulling it away laughing...
...Now in a theatre, a burlesque show, I'm in one of the front rows, somehow I'm crucial to this, in a line-up of pretty chorus dancers, the show is over and I'm looking for my bag, my wallet, my keys, I've left them a few rows back, I find them where I left them and my construction supervisor finds me, he's got a little wooden trophy with my name on it, "Rick", and I'm pretty sure I'm not Rick and they're pretty sure that I am, and it's their word against mine so I take the trophy and leave....
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