A shimmering blue carpet in my fathers room
Strange dreams...
I'm on a pier above a muddy pool filled with people, children, I fall (or jump) off, somehow the people all part, I land in it, 5 feet deep, up to my chest, enough to break my fall, and there's some things on me that I shouldn't have gotten wet...
...on my father's front step with the children, disabled, street kids, people, all from the neighborhood, didn't know he knew so many people...
...and now, up several flights of stairs, a wooden rail on the side, top floor of the house, my father's room, a shimmering blue carpet, warmly furnished and lit, in the bedroom but there are passages leading off from it to I don't know where. I'm blocked from entering by the railing, but one of the street kids has crawled over and somebody is passing him instruments, a banjo, a fine old guitar, other instruments that are being put away in it, I didn't know he played...
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I'm in an empty restaurant in the middle of the Playa, more a corporate boardroom, I have a single table, we're joking about how empty the place is, and I offer them entertainment, perhaps we can arrange something outside (everywhere outside there is only desert...), my son, daughter, some other children are out in the desert, they oblige, in the middle of the Playa there is a hole, an opening into an underground bunker, down the center of which runs a metal pipe affixed to which is a ladder hung by a small metal hook, taking a set of shears (the same the homeless man was advertising to the people at the bus stop) he reaches into the hole with them to snip the wire...
"NOOO" I tell him, looking into the bunker, it's hundreds of feet deep with unrailed levels every few meters, I can see my daughter beneath in the bunker, walking too close to the edge on one of the levels, around the rubbish and boxes, always on the bottomless edge side, and I'm yelling down the hole to her not to walk too close to the edge and trying to stop the boy from snipping her only means of escape...
(***Note: Weird dreams, and I've only remembered a few of the images...)
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Bus in Foon
He looks to be a street guy, prosthetic leg, maybe late 50's, early 60's, rides his bus up to the bus stop, parks it, goes inside the shelter.
I'm early for the bus, sitting down against the outside of the shelter, can't see in...
More people are showing up every minute, a young kid, maybe 8 or 10 goes into the shelter with him, takes a seat...
And he begins...intoning, a weird accent, high, nasal voice...."We are doing to this planet what we have done to Mars...our history is older than has been recorded..."
He's channeling, or something, I can only hear him, in the smoky haze, the sun and mountains obscured it almost seems relevant...I look over into the bus shelter at the kid, he's got a horrified, WTF expression on his face...
He continues..."The price of gas should be 10 fold what it is now...only when it is $20 per litre will it stop...."
The kid is weirded out, grabs his knapsack and leaves the shelter, homeless guy has taken off his prosthetic, eyes rolling in his head as he channels the spirits, makes his prophecies, his amputated stump hangs down, a mass of soggy flesh that resembles an elephant's trunk, "Only in Foon" I'm thinking...he continues with his prophecies and dire warnings to the human race at sporadic intervals...
As other passengers show up to wait he hops out, talks to them, shows them a pair of long-handled snipping shears, for the arborist, he's raving about what a great deal they were, fairly normal conversation, I was hoping for better, all the locals know him, humour him, I just watch..
Then, when the bus comes, he loads his bike on the front, grabs his leg, his packages and shears, hops on the bus, stands close to me and begins to amuse a young girl, he's quacking at her like a duck, speaking in that Donald-Duck voice, but mostly just quacking, the girl, her mother, they're amused, even the bus rides in Foon are an adventure...
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Prop Dick
Talking to the boy, back in University, he tells me about a friend of his who got an "acting" job as "Prop Dick", helping his camming girlfriends out with particular requests, apparently it pays well. It's a different world...
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Where are they now?
And, stopping at the Marblehead quarry (in the Meteorite Strewn field, or close enough), reading the graffiti I'm left wondering "Where are they now?". If anybody knows, drop me a line and fill me in...
2017 - Tami and Rick. Still together?
Kimberley and Chuck. Jesus is the Rock. Still together? From all the accessory graffiti I'm pretty sure that one of them's gonna leave the other for Jesus...
Michelle and DC Talk? I'm not too hopeful, sounds like she only got his "DJ" Name...
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