dreams...
...a pleasant winters evening, there's a park with a frozen lake, an amphitheater descending to it, just a few meters from the shore there stands a grand piano with bench.
I park the jeep and go down the stepped seats to the shore, wonder, the weather is so unseasonably nice, if the ice will hold me, but it's holding the grand piano, isn't it?
Stepping onto the ice, it breaks beneath me, I go into the water, there's a powerful undertow and I feel myself being dragged around the lake, under the water, but manage to grab onto something and pull myself out...
...a couple of girls, standing near, are watching, one tall and thin, the other shorter and curvy, the tall and thin one jumps in after me, going to attempt a rescue but I've freed myself, only now she's all wet...
We walk together out of the amphitheater, to the street above, both soaking wet, I'm grateful for her attempt at saving me, I'll give them both a ride home so she can change their clothes...
...beside the lake, on a steep stepped slope, there's a young skinhead truck driver, he's got a tuk-tuk parked behind him and is seated beneath on a step, only the tuk-tuk is at a steep angle, the wheel overhangs the step, and I go to warn him, yell watch out, but he's engrossed in talking to someone, ignores me, and the tuk-tuk falls forward onto his back, he's pushed forward but keeps talking....
The girls, I want to give them a ride home, feel bad she got soaked, but now I can't find my jeep, it must have been towed, and the parking lot to the amphitheater is filling up with cars, there must be a concert later, there's people on the street, mobs, fighting, it's busy all of a sudden, I'm upset about my jeep being towed, the girls assure me they're fine, I go into my wallet, to offer them money for a cab, I've got an American $20 and $50, offer the wet girl $50 for her inconvenience, I can't afford this, can't afford to find my jeep and pay the towing and storage, she takes it, is debating, her friend is telling her no, she's thinking it over...
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it began with me facing a huge excavation, deep pit on the ground, the teeth-marks from the excavator are still visible in the clay...
...as are any number of Egyptian Hieroglyphs, giant, carved or impressed into the mud/clay walls of the pit, this is to be a dam, this is the reservoir, they're just expanding it, making it bigger...
...and I'm explaining to whoever I'm with that probably we don't want to sleep on the edge of it, at least until they've filled it with water...
...and the excavator keeps digging, and in the banks of the reservoir open up caves, like the Anasazi used in our trip to Utah, and tombs and underground passages and cities that lead to places beyond what I can see....
Past the dam, a bunch of simple houses, brightly colored, built up like skyscrapers, one stacked upon the other, and pressing against one another forming as sort of bridge, a dozen or so brightly-colored houses bridging a deep valley, and I'm sitting in the middlemost one, with a girlfriend or my daughter (not sure, doesn't matter), we're trying to sleep, her head upon my chest, me explaining why I find this uncomfortable, not the head on my chest but the unsupported altitude, when the house breaks from it's supporting neighbor and falls, falls,...
...and I prepare myself for impact, for the hard-hitting death of the ground, when the house begins to slowly spring back upwards, it never hits the ground, and I quickly tumble out before it completes it's return, the row of houses, apparently, are threaded upon giant springs....
...and crawling out, find myself in a construction crawlspace, the half-story under the homes they fill with their rubbish, there are desk lamps, other bits of rubbish, and I'm going to have to crawl around to find an elevator to get out of here, I'm not hopeful, not from the half-story at least...
(Since arriving in the Kootenays I've had 2, 3 dreams per night, remembered, briefly, then forgot, none worth mentioning, this the only one that stayed with me...)
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...that my Uncle M*** and P** (both estranged) are in a white room, working on little dioramas, "Bow Tie Whales" they explain to me, and I can't understand, looking at what they've done, "Bow Whales? about 100 feet long" I ask, and they agree...
Now, in a submarine, following, harvesting, a diminishing school of fish, herded for us by the bow whales, time to surface, turn back, I suggest, there's an Asian woman, older, working the periscope, and she tells me that we are short our quota of 5 Bow Tie whales by - exactly - 5 Bow Tie whales, but I'm the captain and we can turn back if I insist...
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In a Stadium, or perhaps on the edges of a walled city, there's an older guy, late 20's, maybe early thirties, a skateboarder and magician, he's running around all charming, we're in a stairwell, it turn's out he's the boys brother...
...I look at K****, the boy's mother, she doesn't want to discuss it, then relents and explains to me that a few years before we met, in Montreal,...anyways, she doesn't like this child, though he seems well adjusted enough...
We're in the wall, around the city or the stadium, and the newfound brother takes off, he's got to do a show or something, and the boy and I are both perplexed, there are a lot of questions to be sure...
(remembered this a few hours after I woke, details are missing, peculiar dream...)
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