dreams...
I'm driving along a narrow, windy road through the mountains. Cursing at going so slow when a car (trans am) in the oncoming lane pulls a U-Turn, I slow down, miss hitting him by inches and now I'm going slow behind him. Looking out the window, to the right beneath the cliff I spy bodies, people, men, women, covered in tarps, victims of previous road accidents, their corpses waiting until traffic relents before they can be picked up. They're covered in clothing, blankets, but still you can see legs and arms here or there, identify sex, nametags cut from newsprint identify the victims, I tell the passengers (? children?) in the car to look out the window so they can see, I have to drive slow to avoid running them over....
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I'm at a rehearsal, the play is about to begin, behind the stage, the set, talking to the other actors. I'm entertaining them, they were worried about practicing their lines, I'm confident that I'll remember mine (I only have a bit role), so I take the opportunity to make wisecracks and jokes.
Where we are, behind the set, it's behind a pretend big stone mansion, if we go through the doors we'll be onstage, the audience in front of us, live. Everyone's busy getting ready. This dream is odd, the foreground too brightly lit, the edges are blurred, dark as if in the audience. I'm only looking at the back of the set. The other actors find me very entertaining. And it's odd as well because I've always done this, been an actor (I've never been an actor) , and I know the theater even, we're at the Citadel in Edmonton (we're not, I know when I wake up).
Finally it's my turn, I enter the stage through the set doors to deliver my Peter Pan/Shakespeare lines, there's a pause for a double beat and I realize the I've forgotten my lines, I improvise, the audience is fine with it and applauds loudly, the show must go on....
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I'm in Edmonton. It's not the Edmonton I remember, not the Edmonton that's ever been, narrow streets lined with old sandstone buildings, green awnings over the pavement, grey and wet outside, warm and inviting shop windows, pedestrians. I've run into Nicole, haven't seen her for years, she's with a couple of friends, we're talking, catching up, when Steve walks by. He doesn't notice me, I haven't seen him for years either, he looks good, craggy features, well dressed, I recognize Steve but he looks more like Daniel Craig from the Bond films, he's going somewhere with an intent look on his face. I excuse myself from Nicole and her friends to pursue him. I'll find them later in a cafe, one of the old-school long and dimly lit diners, yellow lights & nicotine stained walls, vinyl booths, jukeboxes at every tables, chinese & western food... . .
I run down the street after Steve but he's disappeared. I cut through a high sandstone building that seems only to be there as a shortcut, a stairwell in, downstairs, high ceiling, another stairwell up and out at ninety degrees to the first. People inside talking about how the building is there to prevent road rage.....
Outside, still no Steve so I walk down the street, find my apartment, a walk up, too bright lighting inside, I'm on the top floor, walking up the stairs I go too far, come to a wall, turn around, go back down to the landing and enter my apartment. Through the kitchen to a bedroom, squalid, small, I've never been here before either. "She must still be at work" I think to myself as I fall asleep, I'll tell her about seeing Steve when I wake up, there's something very wrong with this, how could I live here? And I wake up and she's still not home and I realize she's not coming home, she's never lived here, how could I have forgotten. And I wake up again, strangely out of sorts, another odd dream....
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I'm in a cinema to see the new Start Trek movie. They've done a good job of it, the whole cinema is done up and shaped like the USS Enterprise with various levels and lobbies, I've taken a seat in one of the command chairs on the Bridge and buckled myself in to enjoy the show. And I can't remember the show, but I remember playing with some buttons on the side of the chair and watching as the Enterprise crashed and burned, feeling somehow responsible, but then I realize that it's only a movie and that my pressing the buttons aren't related to it's crashing. But Sulu doesn't see it that way, he's mad at me, Sulu the character, Sulu a composite of Asian Trekkie fans and Martial Arts experts that I have known, Sulu's blaming me for the wreck of the Enterprise, he's going to get revenge, and somebody advises me to leave and I'm not sure if I should be worried about Sulu the Trekkie but I know I should be worried about Sulu the Martial Arts expert and I'm bored with the movie now anyways so I leave and go to the lobby. There's a handbag, unattended, filled with expensive looking jewellry and on a whim I grab it and stuff my sweater, quickly leaving the cinema.
Outside the cinema I'm trying to arrange the jewellry under my sweater, to make the theft less obvious, wondering too late if there was a camera inside the theatre that recorded the theft. It's a beautiful summer evening, the cinema - starship has landed in a field, I'm regretting now stealing the stuff.....
Note: Damned odd dream. But cues that may have led to it - an email from my brother stating that the new "Star Trek" trailer looked good. And my boy's mother just had her handbag stolen from her car, with credit cards and passports. But no sense as far as I can see....
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