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(It's been a long time since I had a restaurant dream...the job has grown a little routine, and I don't stress about it. But...)
I'm in a big restaurant...motel, sort of, huge, empty, built around an empty parking lot, with various other restaurants sharing the space...
I'm working, being sat tables, only it's getting dark and I don't have candles for the tables, I'm off on a mission to look for them...through various other of the connected restaurants, dealing with maitre-d's, looking, not finding, looking, meanwhile outside it grows dark and more tables are being sat...
(yeah. Looking for a little light in my life. Figured that one out without even searching for it...)
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(quick nap before going for drink with A*****. The dream anticipates the drink)
Meeting A***** for a drink, picking him up in the North of the city where he lives, his building, inside, an inner courtyard, like a shopping mall, we're up some levels, at some distance a bunch of people dressed in kinky attire, obviously there's an event somewhere, I was unaware of any sort of nightlife in the North of the city...
We follow them, down an avenue to a pub in an old building, outside, kink festivities, inside, an old-English styled pub, and a Czech styled diner, antiseptic lighting and tables...A***** leaves me, enters the diner, talks to some woman by the door, they leave together, her bum crinkled and bursting through her knickers, she's an old whore, but I'm too polite to say...her friends are sitting on bar stools facing the door, I enter, ignore them, pretend to not see A***** leaving with his whore...
Alone, outside, dimming light, the kink festivities seem to be wrapping up, now Rebecca, old co-worker from ****'s drops by, we go inside, apparently, in the pub, this is my living space, comfortable, the pub is closed 10:00 PM to morning, that suits me fine. I find a few odd furnishings, this is new to me as well, but I accept it, there are fixtures poking through the floor, this used to be Rebecca's place to live, she's here to collect a few things...and tells me how to make the most of my space, the open layout, it leaves not much room for privacy, there are other people that live here as well...
Joking with her boyfriend, surprisingly slight and small, I pick him up over my shoulders, take him upstairs to hang him over the balcony, scare him a little, there's a green room, a big comfy chair in the center, a rather unsavory black and white guy, they tell me there's no way I'm sitting in that chair...
I leave it for now, I don't need to hang him over the balcony, and I know I'll be catching up to those two clowns and extracting my revenge later...
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Heading North, somewhere, an abstract destination, small town on the border to the NWT or Yukon, a small bar, filled with local characters and roughnecks, this is the jumping off point for the next leg of the journey, that will be a flight...
But we didn't bring money, or something, there's a small pawn shop filled with antiques and junk, where people have lightened their belongings to pay for their flight, nothing of interest, I check...
...So we fly back south, grab what we need, and set out to walk back to the town...up steep hills and paths worn into the bedrock, always up, a long lake, with a decrepit long red rusting riverboat beached on the side, tables and chairs scattered amongst the decks, it's in ruins, filled with ghosts, malevolence, evil, we are quick to walk through it, around it...
The sun is setting when we come once more to the village, high up, from here, looking South, it's as if the entire world is beneath us, it's not as far as I thought, this jumping off point, in the town bar we're waiting for the flight, it's filled with local characters talking about things I distantly remember, I vaguely recognize some of them, I meet my Son, surprised to see him here, him not to see me, we're talking, apparently he has some business up North as well, past the border and off of the roads...
(forgot many details, don't know who the other was in "we", should have written it down. I've lost the habit, time now to reacquire it...)
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Travelling, moving to BC, A***** from work is with me (why him, really?), in my car, heading to BC, 7 hours to go, nighttime in the mountains...
A gas station, diner, I pull over to fill up, my car packed with my belongings, A***** is travelling onward with my family (father, family, general), I'll only be a few minutes behind...The gas station, all the lights are out, just a few emergency lights, I go around it, fill my car with gas, pull it over and park it...the phone rings, it's A***** telling me there's a power outage all over BC, I look down the road, can't see a single light, back to the kiosk where I filled up with gas, people in the restaurant, lights dim, kiosk unattended, the restaurant must be on a generator...
I grab a couple of packs of cigarettes from the kiosk, leave my car at the gas station, I'm taking my motorbike instead, it's fast, sleek, so new, I've never owned anything so nice, dunno what I'll do about the car but I can come back for it, can't drive 'em both, and I take off down the highway in pursuit, much faster...
(odd. Don't own or know how to drive a motorcycle. And why is A***** tagging along...gonna have to speak to him. Don't like work intruding on my dreams...)
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I'm at a thrift shop, a windowless, drab affair, 2 story building crammed with rubbish in no particular order, a sort of sort-and-find your own treasure affair. It's expensive, as they go, but I've managed to find a few treasures, a few wooden jewelry boxes, another, checking the price, for a moment I misread $12.00 as $120 and put it back, I can't afford it, then I check it again and realize my mistake...it's filled with secret doors and old mismatched earrings, cufflinks, I pile them all in the box, I'll sort it out and explore it later when I get home...
And there's a puppet, lobster, folkways, companion to one I bought for a fingerless friend, a crab, I put my hand in, the long claws can be pulled back to fit over your fingers, check the price, $3.00, fine, but it's scratched out, a note on the tag says it's $5.00, too much, this thrift shop is expensive...
I'm unpacking my finds in the bedroom, time now to go through them, see what I've found, the $12.00 jewelry box is the treasure, when I hear someone enter the house and come upstairs, looking through the doorway it's A****, little G's son, he's pulling, carrying a 4 year old boy up the stairs (her other child (???)), putting it in his room, he sees me, but says nothing, and I realize that I shouldn't be here, this isn't my home, and I'm going to catch it when little G finds out in a big way...