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I was going through the house, finding bits of broken glass all over the floor. Kramer, it appears, didn't do a bang-up job. But I'm discovering chests of drawers and beds in other rooms and I'm discovering that she rearranged the furniture, then that she didn't I just have a lot of beds and chests of drawers and every chest of drawers has stuff in it, stuff I'd forgotten I had, a collection of ebony figurines and I'm showing my daughter and wondering if I have a collection of Ivory figurines as well, beautiful cabinets, there's a half-witted neighbour, he came by to show me a telescope he had, and now he's here sweeping the floors, and another neighbour tidying in the kitchen and yet another neighbour - pretty red head, she's popped by as well, and I'm finding old fridges and freezers and wondering why they're there and they as well are filled with curios and I'm discovering rooms I've forgotten about, never been in, and they are again filled with beds, cabinets, curios, and I'm surprised and appalled at how much I have to get rid of...
*(Woke up exhausted, strange dream, none of the "neighbours" in the dream were people I knew...)
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Still sick, fever, chills, congestion, general exhaustion. I've decided head & chest flu, sans vomiting or diarrhea, aching muscles, stiffness, back...
Not the worst I've been by a long shot, but the dreams!!
I can't even describe them. Beyond the pale of description, no visuals, merely cryptic glimpses into places beyond the reach of imagery, words, sensory experience, that would make me think that I've crossed into another dimension, I can make no sense of them, eldritch horrors, indescribably abstract spaces off of the map of human experience, no imagery, people, sense, sheets a knot of sweat made into a rope that I must climb to wake up, find something to drink, go back to bed...
It will pass, but man-oh-man...
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Everywhere they're pitching this stuff, advertising, at the stores, it's all you can get, there's nothing else...
And I'm in a room trying to explain to a group of men - business men, from the looks of it, their age, their suits, don't they know what this stuff is? Did none of them ever see the movie with Charleton Heston? I mean, I never did but I know the gist of it...
They didn't, don't know, don't care....and I wonder if anyone will remember the taste of fresh fruit and vegetables...
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Next dream, waiting on a ferry. Not the local ferry, one I've never been on, half hour crossing each way, I'm waiting both for my daughter and I have a date, prospects, not sure how this is going to work out, the pains of being a single father...
The Ferry arrives and I see someone on the shore, she's looking to the ferry as well although I suspect she's waiting for me, looking out, looking exactly as she did so long ago and she is not - not at all, who I was expecting...
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Strange dreams, The second, the person - well, exactly that person, but why her? And no place in it I recognized, not home, not the ferry, strange dreams indeed...
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Last night, restless, in and out of sleep, the same dream continuing of Vampyres, falling back into it after every waking. I have never been so lucky with a pleasant sex dream...
That I'm charged with protecting a lithe, attractive older blonde (40's ish?) from a Vampyre...it's hunting us, her, I know her, she's a close personal friend (that I've never met in real life, don't know, but in the dream)...a post-apocalyptic landscape, this Vampyre wants her to bear his child, continue the race...
We're hiding and tattooing crosses on one another with oblique lines through them, Byzantine, yet still he hunts us and his numbers are growing...
...a tower of earth, an excavator falling against it, nudging it, I'm on it, friend operating it, I'm telling her to be careful not to knock it over, the holes on either side drop into oblivions...
...or in a room, doors all sealed against the threat outside, only now, there's not one Vampyre, they are legion...
(wake, rinse, repeat)
Now, looking at a museum of vampyres, all of whom are sealed in dioramas visible only through little portholes and periscopes, look into one and you see the skeleton of a fetus, a beaver, any manner of creature, when you look through the next porthole it has changed it's aspect, now it's teeth have grown into golden fangs and it's staring at you with luminous eyes...
And we're trying to escape but their numbers are growing and I can see no end to this...
(disconcerting, puzzling, although I have some ideas...)
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A dream, largely forgotten, that I'm going through a pile of boxes, long, thin, pulling out packing paper and finding nothing.
Maybe I'm at the thrift shop?
Only in one box I find a sterling silver cleaning rod for my flute. And I'm thinking how useful is this, how beautiful, given how seldom I play but still I should have this, it's my unquenchable taste for fancy things.
(... Probably related to the fact I have to clean my apartment for the annual inspection, under a week to go, my flute, open upon my radiator, not played since last I played with it, littered with picture frames, untouched canvases, paper mache projects begun, paper shredded, folded, cut, but never completed...today should be the day to get a start on all of this...)