dreams...
I'm trying to find the name of a murdered grade 6 teacher. I don't know why, only that there's some teachers behind me that want to know, and all I remember is that it was some years ago and she was kind of cute. She wasn't my teacher, but my son knows who it is, he thought she was cute as well, and I'm online googling her but not having any luck.
My father's there, he knows who I'm searching for but he thinks I should just leave it, it's not important....
On my computer the Google main search screen keeps changing, now it's orange and covered in stupid widgets, in the bottom left corner there's Robin Hood and his band of Merry Men, they're talking, joking and hamming it up and while I remember adding Robin Hood to my widgets I don't remember adding the merry men, and clicking on him close them up and they all disappear. It's a distracting screen to work from, orange, all sorts of irrelevant gadgets and add-ons, it looks like a late 90's webpage or a teenage girl's MySpace page, bizarre, and still I can't find what I'm looking for, she was murdered by a cabbie I think...
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A short nap.
I'm at work and Dave the dishwasher has bought a new car, a shiny red trans-am type vehicle, only it's not our Dave, it's Dave the busboy I used to work with at Chianti's.
I borrow it, it's the gap between shifts and I'm going to run to a distant thrift shop, I haven't been for a while and I've a feeling that they have all sorts of treasures waiting to be discovered. I ask the owner if he wants anything, he asks me to pick up a Herald and 2 copies of the Calgary Sun for the old ladies in the kitchen, I ask about the ones we get delivered and he shrugs, they got snowed on, wet,...
And I drive through the city, it's Calgary but not Calgary, there are old buildings and hills everywhere, it's snowing and for some reason everyone in the world is in the back seat....I take a shortcut down an alley and it goes down a steep hill and eventually I arrive at the bottom but the exits are blocked by barricades, apparently the shortcut I took was actually a flight of steps (obscured by the snow), pedestrians only, and some wiseacre bystander quips that the state troopers will come shortly to release the barricades, and he says it in a way that implies I'll be in all sorts of trouble...
There's no way to go back up the stairs that I've just come down, they're too steep and the snow is melting....
I notice an unbarricaded exit onto a main road, wonder why I didn't spy it earlier, everyone gets back into the car and I escape. It's getting late and none of us want to be late for work. The restaurant will be opening up in just a couple of minutes. I don't know where I am, it's dark, snowy, but coming up a hill I get a dejavu and think that I recognize the area and sure enough, when we get to the top there's the old hotel and I know where I am now, 37 St, we're just a couple of minutes from work....
Driving, passing a nightclub I've always meant to stop into and it's spring now, early evening, green trees, the sun's out, in front of the club there are couples in 18th century dress fornicating, men in powdered white wigs with youthful faces kneeling between the legs of beautiful young women, I slow down, there's a sign above the club that says it's a Kappa Sigma-something else initiation party, there's pale pink walls with maxims written on it in difficult to read cursive script, I'm not in the car anymore, am trying to read it, "Bring who you will and take who you please...." is the motto, or words to that effect, there are others and I'm trying to read them as well when I run into some TV celebrity who's attending the fraternity initiation, she recognizes me and we're chatting, the initiation is open to anyone and then she tells me she's brought her boyfriend in an attempt to dispel any possibly untoward intentions...
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It's the standard waiter's nightmare. I'm in the restaurant, serving table, they just keep coming in and in, I can't find the kitchen, get the orders quick enough, and eventually I give up and sit down to eat.
It's the restaurant where I work, only it's not, it's a large mansion, "The Haunted Mansion", that sits atop center street overlooking the bridge and the city and the restaurant is in the basement...
"G", my partner, he finds me sitting and eating and yells at me, it's 6:00 PM, I shouldn't be eating now and I'm fed up, fed up with this working and not ever being caught up and so I tell him to f#$Q%! himself and walk out.
I'm filled with regret almost as soon as I leave the restaurant. There's a big slide that goes down the hill from Center street, leaves the restaurant, and now I return to pick up my things, final cheque, the owner is there in the center of the restaurant, center of a marble floor in front of staircases that go both up and down, I've never been upstairs, he doesn't speak to me, he's mad, nor does Franco or G, they're all mad at me for leaving and I'm remorseful, this was not how I wanted it to end, and jobs nowadays are tough to find, this is going to be difficult...
I take the slide down from the restaurant, the last table is leaving, they're taking the slide as well, they're a nice family, rich, all our customers are. And I'm wondering how this is the last table, there were so many just a few moments ago when I was inside, I get off the slide at the bottom and looking under it, at the supports that hold it up, and there are giant fossil shark teeth embedded in the stone, and I'm annoyed at having discovered this treasure just after having left my job, and I'm sad as well, having taken the fun slide down the hill, that I'll never be able to take my daughter on it, we're not rich enough, her and I, and I can't afford to take her on it because I'm poor and I no longer work here....
I'm looking at the neighborhood, where the slide exits, trying to remember how to get here so I can sneak back in and steal some more of these shark's teeth....
**Note: this is an entirely explicable dream in terms of daily events, life at the restaurant, conversations with child, etc. Very straightforward.
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2 naps in 1 day. I am exhausted.
This time I'm in a pub in London, not the London I used to live in but another London, similar but in a parallel universe, waiting tables, it's my first night on the job and I'm completely lost, someone, a waiter in a pub - restaurant. A waiter I used to work with there a long time ago hands me a beer and a cup of coffee and tells me to take it to "the Reverend" who's in the far end of restaurant...table 95 he says, I ask where it is and he tells me to cut through the barn and I'll find it...
I'm cutting through the barn and the little paddocks and this calf takes a shine to me, like an over eager dog, keeps leaping up on me and licking my face, I can't find my way, can't lose the calf, finally I take this shortcut through an open storefront where I tie the calf to a nail on the office desk....
"Well I never..." say the proprietors of the store, they're talking about the calf that's still wanting to play with me...
I ask where table 95 is, they give me directions, I'm off and searching again, the hotel/restaurant, it's at the far end, and I'm lost because the blocks are all crooked, they don't run parallel with the streets, and time is running, has run out....
Finally I find it, a small pub, there are a bunch of legless dwarfs in it, dressed in odd clothes, playing cards but not regular playing cards, other, odd cards, one plays a hand, the other says something, I'm looking for the Reverend, I think I see him, the dwarfs are making calls as they lay down their cards, one of them makes a call in an unusually deep voice with a heavy North American Accent, I look at him for a second and I recognize Tom Korte, whom I haven't seen since elementary school..."Tom Korte I presume" I say, stepping forward to shake his hand, glad at the familiar face in a strange land...."I didn't recognize you, you look.....well... different", he takes this the wrong way, he looks odd, a coconut shaped head, long features like a monkey carved into a coconut; he seems to realize my awkwardness and takes offense; "I'm doing very well, thank you...my investments have worked out nicely...."
And I'm running again, I've given up, lost in this London-not-London, trying to find my way on foot between distant remembered tube stops, to find Fleet street or Piccadilly Circus or someplace, anyplace that I can remember, there's someone I have to meet, I feel bad about leaving my job but I'd have never found my way anyways, was too lost, I wonder about the person, a friend (I don't know who) who had gotten work with me at the pub, but they'll be all right.....
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