dreams...
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...I'm in an office building, perhaps the biggest in the world, in the biggest city in the world, it's dark outside, after hours, the office, well furnished with dim lighting, brown wood hues and tones, a minimal staff, I'm looking for ******, ******, old, old, ex girlfriends, I need them for some reason, don't know why, need to contact them, or they need to contact me, not sure, and there's another one...there's someone I know - don't know, worked with on a film a while back, I'm asking him about them, he doesn't know, and I'm trying to remember the name of the one I've forgotten, not Lisa, she's dead, there's another, and it's important I see her, find her as well, I can't explain why, outside, from the dimly lit office, the city spreads out unending in all directions...
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I'm at N***'s, (not N***'s, dream N***'s), it's late, seems there's a party or something going on, she's in the next room watching some TV show, pseudo-scientific BS narrated by every alumni from Star Trek, her child is engrossed in something...we're not speaking, really, N*** and I, so I decide to pop out and grab some Vodka. I ask her if she want's something, she tells me a bottle of Grappa, and I'm a little surprised, she's holding a little glass mini, squarish, J&B embossed on the side, double check, no, she wants Grappa...
...Now I'm looking for my boots, and everywhere in her house there are boots that resemble mine, her boyfriend, 7 or 8 pair of leather workboots, drywall boots, beside my skates, N*** boots, a pair of leather boots that seem to be mine, searching, everywhere, everywhere there are boots, hundreds of pairs, but I can't for all my searching find my boots, and I need to leave...
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I'm with a friend (I don't know) and he's run into a friend of his...they're all covered in these crudely done, prison style tattoos, of numbers, signs, symbols, they're railroad employees and these tattoos show every stop you've been to along the railway...they're comparing them, gushing over every place the other has been, I ask if I can take a picture, one agrees, rolls up his sleeves, no face pictures (although he has a couple on his face...)...
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I'm driving somewhere south of Calgary, West of Lethbridge, a country road, then the best picture ever, the sun setting, sky turning every shade of over-saturated blue, moon rising, I'm taking pictures...a barn, big, red, tourist, rising up from the edges of the river...a row of trees trace silhouettes against the sky....photography gold...
Down, to the farm, I work here, haven't worked here forever, don't know if they remember me, some sort of tourist farm, with shops for all the visitors, I'm trying to find where I fit in, don't know, it's busy and understaffed...
...And I'm wondering, when did I last work here? And do they have a cheque for me? I'm not sure, not sure if anyone remembers me, soooo many tourists, don't know where to start, which shop to man...
...I find myself wondering, I've driven here from Calgary, to work, so far, 3 hours, and I'm not sure if they remember me, have my cheque, only I remember they told me I'd be back, and I'm thinking that this is bollocks and so I return to my car, leave the tourist barn filled with shops, drive back towards Calgary, I need to get a job closer to home...
(Sick the past couple of days, chest, head cold, sleeping 12, 14 hours per day, these amongst the feverish dreams...)
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