dreams...
(A few nights ago the restaurant filled, 19 tables inside, 4 on the patio, I was the only one on. It was every waiter's nightmare. Some of the customers got it, some didn't, I couldn't even begin to keep up with the apologies, let alone the service. Summer is coming. And surviving the nightmare I knew there'd be dreams...)
That I'm in the restaurant, people coming, going, the restaurant but not this restaurant, the same but not, and everyone is arriving and ordering and I'm not keeping up, despite it not obviously being all that busy, making drinks, clearing tables, forced into idle chit-chat by tables that don't understand...
...and I realize that I'm dreaming, that I don't have to be doing this, I can do whatever I want, yet still I continue to make their drinks, bring their food, wake up, fall back asleep, to the same dream, realize that I'm dreaming this, accost one of the customers for sex, she consents, people around are trying not to pay attention, but it's my dream after all and I'll do whatever I want, I break from sex for a minute to go and pour some drinks, bring some food, get back to her, she didn't think she'd be getting lucky, she must be dreaming as well, she's taken the break while I'm running around to start to trim up her bush, rug, she's grown it a bit Kootenay Style, ...
...from her to another customer I didn't realize was here, shes staring at me in shock and horror, me, fornicating away in the middle of the restaurant, "What? You want sex too?" I ask her, she demurely looks down and quietly answers "Yes"...
(A restless dream, not good, never able to escape the restaurant, the expectations of others, not, despite the content, even the least big sexy, more about how I've made myself slave and prostitute to the expectations of others...something to think about.)
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I never have sex dreams, so this was a bit of an oddity...
That the Landlord's wife had come by my place, not my place, another place, a place with different rooms, old rooms, old furniture. And she got naked in a hurry with a "don't tell my husband" and then in came a small child, maybe 10 years old, and he was looking for her or me and finally walked into a room where she was naked and trying to hide, and he sees her, and we're left hoping he doesn't talk...
...I'm at a party, with my daughter, maybe not a party, an auditorium, seats going down, dim theatre lighting - down - down, and where there should be a stage there's a wall, the aisle goes through columned entry ways and then down towards a stage that we can't see...halfway in the archway there are some girls, local, one, dressed in some sort of knit or crocheted onesie, bending over, and the knit thong is swinging aside to reveal her gaping ass, her furry twat, and I jab the daughter and tell her to look before I know what's going on, and her face is looking back through a knit ski mask, leering at me, inviting, her lips and eyes like roughly drawn gashes, mobile, sensual, ...
A short red-haired girl, now in civilian clothes, cute, fiery, I recognize, a local barista, is telling me it was her in the onesie, only she was told by the landlord's wife to knock it off, that she was trying to seduce me, and she's prettier now, less grotesque, that I can see her face...
There are parties at Ainsworth, Kaslo, and I'm supposed to be attending them all, but I'm just leaving the one in Kaslo, in the street, the sun is coming up, and I remember nothing about any of the parties, a big guy is standing beside me telling me I was drunk, I don't remember a thing...
(**Weird. I seldom have sexual dreams, the landlord's wife is pleasant, but not - to me - a sexual object, and so these are peculiar symbols for a whole lot of something else going on that I have to figure out...)
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A beautiful estate in the country, high, narrow building, and I'm adding another wing, perhaps 3 stories, I'm telling the kids that my stories sold, we're set, and there's a big truck there filled with insulation to be installed and I'm suddenly possessed to check my bank account, just want to make sure I'm not running low...
Through the trees to a creek, shallow, and follow that down to where it meets another creek, and the neighbors, they've told me, I need to plant plum trees, they will overhang the creek with long, deep red fronds and guide the Kokanee salmon up my own little creek to spawn, I'm planting the seeds, gelatinous, big, red, in the creek bed along the bank, in the middle of the main creek I see some trash, an antique gas pump, and hauling it out - it's in good condition - the neighbor looks at it and says that maybe that's why the Kokanee haven't been coming up here to spawn, and I'm looking at the rocks in the creek, the pebbles, making sure they're small enough...
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I'm back at University (dark, dimly lit, rows of lockers, bathrooms, swimming pools hidden behind locker rooms and closed doors, an imaginary place in my dream with no real world equivalent) - with my son, he's helping me to clean up some things that I've forgotten here, and we're going to all the places I used to hang out, to the lockers, and there are papers and notebooks here, and into the parkade/student dormitory, and ask the students and get more papers, and from place to place (always inside, underground, dark) we're going and collecting my possessions, long overdue this, and all of my possessions seem to comprise only notebooks and papers...
...behind a couple of old wood doors there's a locker room, and through this a darkly lit swimming pool...
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