In the basement of the Banff Springs...
..that I'm with a partner and another couple and we're in the basement of the Banff Springs - Not Banff Springs Hotel. We're all walking together, deep, deep in the roots of the earth, admiring the sunless architecture. Grand halls after grand rooms and more grand halls. Everywhere there are mice, hundreds, thousands of them, this is no place to eat, we'll wait until we get up higher in the castle or labyrinth...
We split from the other couple, they have they're own things to do, and find a room lit with a lightbulb to spend the night.
The next day, wandering up, up, we meet them again, they have all this green slime food on the floor in the dining room, and the man is commanding his disciples to eat it off the floor, they're all his slaves, peculiar sexual undertones...
I want no part of it, I'm leaving the hotel, my girlfriend, she's hesitant, doesn't want to leave, lingering, she wants to join the cult...
(girlfriend was an unknown, didn't know her at all, as were the other people. Peculiar, disconcerting dream...)
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Hacked
Website offline due to being hacked.
So, a dozen or so hours later it's been restored. There was a while there where it was not looking so good.
Tech Support - $15 in Long Distance fees for no services rendered. Tell them what is wrong and they tell you it's something else. Website hacked, need a fresh install. 1 Million + words, gone gone gone. 10000 Pictures, gone gone gone.
OK. Try to repair, fresh installation, copy pictures - hours of ftp, then re-upload, I've no time for this, or place, homelessness doesn't work well with technology, coding, programming. This PC of no memory, of forgetting, loading things onto a failing thumb drive, forever needing to scan and repair, this is painful.
Finally, scanning the code via FTP I spot the problems. Fix. Website up. Now to remove all the corrupted files. Another hour or so and - change password, hold my breath - all is up and running.
Now on to better things...
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The Elves and the Shoemaker
Now this was a stray thought that came out of nowhere - the tale of the Elves and the Shoemaker. Which is a bit of a "WTF", but it must have come out of my disjointed half-remembered dreams. Anyways, if you're not familiar with it you can read it here: https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Elves_and_the_Shoemaker
Anyways, completely out of the blue, and so I googled it this morning, wondering "WTF", and it's pretty much the tale I remembered, and the "epiphany" - if you can call it that - is that the shoemaker simply slept on his problems and his dreaming (unconscious) mind solved them for him.
Bizarre.
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Binoculars in a tiny thrift shop
Sleeping on my bench. Woken at 2:00 AM by some drunk (probably British) backpacker looking for someplace to sleep after the bar. I growl loudly and she beats it.
I wake 3 or 4 times a night, it's cold - coldest about 5:00 AM, but I have to remain warm all curled in my sleeping bag. Today will be dentist first, then thrift shop.
I'm in the thrift (but not the same, not the same at all...) shop, it's much smaller, tidier since they've had their sale. Everything is tidy, there's no over-abundance of junk. I find in one of the glass cases a couple of sets of antique brass binoculars, and I'm trying them out, they're kind of funny, the end where the lenses should be are covered in brass and I'm just looking through them, puzzling over their purpose, are they a periscope of sorts? But looking through them I can see just fine, and I'm trying to zoom in...
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