dreams...
It's Halloween and I've hacked someone up, hung them upside-down over a pile of leaves to drain the blood first, then dismembered them into a heap of organs and limbs.
The children don't know, they think it's an exceptionally gruesome display on the front lawn, but other people have caught on.
The papers, they've got photos of my display on the front page and detailed ones inside, people are buying them like hotcakes, it's an award winning Halloween display for sure, I try to stop someone, a short fat man, from buying the paper - "Don't ..." I tell him, and put my hand on his arm to sell him; he knows, some of the others know, it's not just a display, they want to look.
I'm not going to get away with this forever, the police are coming to pick me up, they're at the front door. I tell the kids to eat their dinner, then go to the door, the police are there, I apologize and tell them I'm eating dinner, I'll just be half an hour.
I'll be going away for this one for quite some time.
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They've settled in, gotten longer, although never quite "good"...
#1 - I'm visiting my boy in Moose Jaw, at a school play, we're in the basement watching. One of his teachers does some tricks, they don't work out so good. Then I'm outside, going to go over to his Mom's for dinner with their family, the boy is wearing what look like plastic shin pads but have devils on them, that was for his part in the play. Only the boy has decided he doesn't want me to go, he's crying and having a fit at the thought that I'll come, so I'm going to go back to Calgary. I find my way to a gas bar and drink some water while I figure out how to return, eventually his mom and him come running, he's spotted my backpack and they come to get me.
#2 - I'm writing proverbs with some friends. Not writing them, so to speak, but finding things that famous people have said and am turning them into proverbs. I'm working on Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart, these proverbs, once they're approved, will be added to the Bible, the Church is looking to bulk up the New Testament, and I argue "But Mozart was a Libertine..."
#3 - I've taken the boy to Cadomin Cave. It's been forever since we've been, and I'm surprised to find that the C-train goes right there now. We take the train and get off, it's inside something of a shopping mall / new suburb development, but they've preserved a few of the cave chambers so that people can crawl in them and get their picture taken. I check a couple of them out, as does the boy, it's not the same. So I go and ask the people at the information Kiosk about the Mess Hall, how can we get there and they don't know, sort through their papers and look for maps and I know one of them used to have a map but she can't find it now and eventually they tell me that it's been closed due to developments being built on top of it and there's no way in and I'm very, very annoyed...
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I'm living with a young Agatha Christie in the Southern US. It's not a romantic thing, I'm a lodger, I'm never home anyways because I'm working in this big restaurant, a Texas-styled bar and grill, I'm there all the time, day and night, all the waiters are older like me and it's got the vague feel of an ongoing nightmare from which there's no escape ....
When finally I do get home Agatha tells me she wants to move. The paint has blistered on the walls into curses and demonic sayings, blood leeches from the walls and the rooms are filled with an evil presence. The house is possessed. I go upstairs and in the hall on the way to my bedroom I find myself - for a moment - floating, before I land next to my room.
I can't blame her for wanting to move and so I say goodbye and she leaves. Now I have no place to live and find my way to the outskirts of town to hitchhike on to another town. There are other, older drifters like myself there trying to catch a ride as well. And then I'm talking to someone who's explaining to me how the house wasn't really haunted, how the place where I floated through the air is a geophysical anomoly, and remember, when I was flying there in the plane, how I floated up in my seat when we flew over the house? And I hadn't remembered at all but now I do and it all makes sense...
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Lots of dreams with the Champix, a longer one I had last night...
I'm with the family, Dad and the kids, somewhere in the mountains of Africa/Canada. We're at a viewpoint, having a picnic, we're here to look at some fossils, trilobites in the shale or something....there are loads of other people. And It's cloudy and getting dark and we run into one group that has some giant quartz crystals they've collected, about an inch thick, perfectly clear, there's a quarry of them right beneath the layer of shale that holds the fossils and I think that it's illegal to collect specimens here, but then I realize that the quartz isn't a fossil and so that's all right and I take my daughter and we head down the trail to collect some quartz for ourselves.
We're cutting through the tourist village (Bavarian style, why not, it's Canada/Africa after all...) and suddenly the sky grows dark. Completely, pitch dark, dark as night, and I look at some of the other tourists beside me and note that "That was sudden, wasn't it?" and they laugh and agree that it was so the daughter and I, we head back to the picnic table.
Now it's night and I'm at at a winebar, Italian, Italy has stuck her boot down here into Canada/Africa, and there's a girl behind the bar that's trying to persuade me to marry her so she can immigrate to Canada and I'm half considering it, I can't see her face and her friends are urging me on....
But they're not getting me a glass of wine and so I protest and she pulls a basket full of glasses forward and pours the wine into it, the wine miraculously doesn't pour through the straws of the basket but bulges through like crystal.
"Surface Tension" they explain, and hand me a straw and I slurp down the wine.
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