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I'm with Alan Hale, the Skiooer, on Gilligan's Island, the older Gilligan's Island, the black and white one, and he's pointing to a low grainy island off in the sea and telling me that if we're going to get off the island we have to get there, and so we grab a small sailboat and set out...
...and it's not very far, not very far at all when everything turns to color and people are running around busy streets with their portable coffee mugs on their way to work and I realize that it's not such a far flung island after all, it's more the final spit on the end of an archipelago, we're not at all far from civilization, and there are two oddly dressed girls with big heads and short bodies and they're telling me that they're from the land of El Dorado, they just came here through a rift, on vacation, and I'm trying to show Alan Hale, look, look, we're saved, we're not lost at all, but he's just not seeing it...
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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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...I'm in a large room, high ceiling, pale blue roof, only it's beginning to collapse, small cracks in the plaster and chunks begin to fall down, I can see through it, the wooden timbers, the room and sky above ...
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I'm in a posh bar serving Sam Elliot. He's at the bar, holding up his pint glass, tapping it meaningfully, he wants another half pint, there's a white line marking where it should be filled to...
It's a beautiful bar, hundreds of beer taps hang from the ceiling, I haven't a clue as to what he was drinking, I'm new here, don't know if I'm allowed to pour for the customers, don't know if I'm to ring it in, I'm off to look for the bartender...
It's a gala of sorts, everyone is fashionably dressed, the servers as well, socializing with the customers, I'm the only one dressed as a bartender or waiter, I can't find the bartender, I don't seem to know the rules, find my way past the throngs of socializing servers and customers back to the bar with the hundreds of beer taps, the bartender has returned, he's annoyed with me, I was supposed to give him his drink, supposed to ring it in, I don't know what I'm doing here, it's a nice place but I'm pretty sure I won't last...
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2 shorts, more images than dreams, 1 - that I'm driving around a corner and hit a wall of forest fire smoke, there's a jeep parked on the right, it's taking my spot, in front, marble statuary emerging from the forest fire smoke, a war monument, it's a great photo, I want to stop and take a picture...
#2 - On a peninsula, storm, we're (me and who?) close down to the water, driving, and I want to stop, the storm on the left, dark clouds, on the right the dark slate blue sea filled with color, indigo, sapphire, turquoise blues, it's amazing ...