I'm in an old prison, high ceilings, stone, lights hanging down. It's a big cell.

The warden has thrown me a party, invited all my friends, he's sympathetic, knows I'm innocent, knows I shouldn't be here.

How long have I been here? I don't know...4, 5 days?

These friends, there's no one here that I know or recognize, and I'm asking the warden about an old friend - I know he's here, Milan from Edmonton, and the warden, he does some checking, shakes his head sadly, and I realize that he's probably in an Edmonton cell. 

Meanwhile, I recognize Milan's daughter, young 20-something blonde, his wife, 40ish Czech, and his daughter's boyfriend, wearing a dog mask, under a table, eating food from a dog dish...

And I say to his wife "my...your daughter's boyfriend looks just like Milan..."...I've spotted the cheekbones, jaw, poking from under the mask...

She delights in this and maliciously tells the daughter, who begins kicking at me with her stilettos and shrieking that he looks nothing like her father...

The parties over, everyone has left, the warden is locking my cell, he tells me he will bring a menu for tomorrow night's dinner, and I'm surprised, I remember nothing of the past few days, and - I get a menu?

**Milan, to the best of my knowledge, doesn't have a wife. Or a daughter.

Lots of dreams lately, few recorded. 

This one: I'm in a swim tank, big, filled with water (?!!), and I'm looking to swim out. There's a ladder, it leads upward, and I follow it along and upwards, there's a ceiling to the tank and I'm expecting to go through the portal and arrive in some air....

...only it only leads into another swim tank, no air, and I keep climbing the ladder....

up, and up, portal after portal, always the same, swim tank feeding into swim tank...never any air...

I dreamed that I found you in a narrow maze of dappling sunlight and old dark brick walls overgrown with ivy...I was delighted, and threw my arms around you, picked you up, gave you a hug, grabbed your ass (!!), was surprised and delighted that you were as glad to see me too...

Looking in your eyes, at your face...

Putting you back down - we'll meet! Where? In the rose garden - I know it, it's at the center, thorny rosebushes climbing the walls, wrought iron cafe chairs and tables, I'll find you there in a moment, you have a quick errand, as do I ...

Walking away from you, excited, soon I would see you, soon, after how long? Only now I meet somebody else I know, am dragged along - our meeting, suddenly cancelled, and I can't reach you to reschedule or make explanation, ...

**dream ends. Don't know where it was, haven't ever been there. About as good a dream as I've had for a long time, woke up - and would love to have fallen asleep and had it resume, maybe tonight...***

I'm at a thrift shop, WIN, I think, somewhere between here and there, I'm going to say Red Deer not Red Deer. More an antique or junk shop, and I'm there with my son and my father, treasures galore...I'm on the main floor, collecting antique candlesticks, there's a a glass display case filled with beautiful things, I've set my candlesticks down, looking at vintage watches, all sorts, I'm laying aside a pile, rarities and brands I've never seen before...

Looking through the case, then upstairs, another glass case, and now I'm finding expensive fountain pens, Mont Blancs, all sorts of designs, new, in the box, I can't keep up with all the treasures, and as quickly as I'm piling them up they're disappearing, and I'm getting a little panic-stricken, can I afford them all? And where are they going to?

My father, he's had enough, he wants us to hurry, get out of here, time to continue onwards to our destination, ...