I was sleeping and I heard some music that I liked - and asking the boy he tells me it's "Manchuria - Firefly", and I go to write it down and find that I've already made a note of it...

I woke to find I had been dreaming, and searched for the song on YouTube, idle hope, there's an artist named Firefly, and some old Soviet songs with "Manchuria" in the title, interesting, but none what I'd dreamt I'd heard...

That I'm coming up out of a cave, deep, dark, but on arriving at the entrance find it flooded, water shimmering, there's some light penetrating deep beneath it and I'm hesitant but begin to swim out to dive for the entrance, only before I can dive I'm pulled under...

I'm at an antique store, looking around, I haven't been for a while...*(haven't been ever)

They've some sort of antique roller coaster, with loops and twists, small but high, bright and red, only $700...I should buy this, it would be great...

...and talking to the dealers, the owners, they lay aside certain days and designate themselves part of the City or Country and do exhibitions, not for money, ...

The owner, she's complaining, she just bought a train set and hasn't had a chance to set it all up and get it working so she's going to put up the sign that they're part of Canada and lay aside a day to do it...

People coming, people going, I'm recognizing old dealers...

Little G***, and she's got a couple of parcels assembled she wants to pick up, take, and the owner wants to be paid, and she's getting annoyed, I just pay for it but it doesn't seem to appease her...

Now, trying to leave, but I can't find my boots, one only, and lots that are similar, and I'm sorting through them trying to find the match to my boot, they're everywhere, in the entryway, in the back, I'm having no luck but I'm not going anywhere until I find my other boot...

In the back there's a corner, and I recognize an old puppeteer, he's getting ready to put on a show - the "Something something" puppet show, he's complaining about the owner, he's cheap, from England, and he's setting up a donation jar so he can get some tips and I'm wishing him the best...

And it's back to looking for my other boot...

It's a sunny evening and I'm hitchhiking beside a road, only it's not a road, it's a long river that runs beside a waterfall, is a waterfall on it's right-handed edge that plunges to a lake far below. To the left there rise mountains and cliffs, there's a cheerful evening light and someone driving down the road, driving down the river, stops to give me a lift. I know him, don't know him, never met him, he's a customer from the restaurant and he knows me and so we talk...

He stops at a restaurant beside the road/river waterfall, we go in to grab a bite to eat, it's quaintly furnished, comfortable, there's a low dark wooden bar and a older barmaid and pleasant older blonde haired waiter in a gold embroidered shirt making conversation, he's chatty and he's wearing a a grotesque long and bulbous paper mache nose, it's strapped to his face where his real nose should be only it's been disfigured and so he's hiding it, and this nose, it's painted to look like flesh but it doesn't pass at all, more what a clown might wear in an old circus...

...and he's chatting and he's laying these shirts upon the counter, beautiful gold embroidered shirts, floral patterns, very regal, they're for me I understand...

...and I want to take the shirts but then I understand that if I do I'm to stay here and live and work, and this is not what I want, and I think to bundle up these shirts, take them with me and leave, only my ride has disappeared and the shirts are stained from some liquid on the bar and I'm telling myself that I can wash them...