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I've finished taking some sort of deep water prospecting course, the instructor, a hippie chick, dreadlocks tucked into a toque, she tells me there's no diamonds down here, I should head north, that's where the diamonds are, Potter or Kotter Lake, and I look on a map and sure enough, there it is, somewhere north of the Yukon and Alberta border, and I drive and there's an intersection there, with pretty, vibrantly painted houses, and the road North leads through tall mountains and past crystal blue gushing rapids...
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2 short dreams during my nap today.
First: I'm living in some small town - hiking down to the railroad tracks to (???) - hitch a ride on a freight train, only mean to ride it a few blocks up, (it curves through the valley, a smallish town...). On the train, passing generic familiar landmarks - Wal-Mart, A&W, etc, when it's time to get off and the train speeds up, I get onto some platform which moves away from the train, but is keeping it's speed, so I can see the train racing along, but I'm racing along with it...
...finally, around some curves, through snow, it slows down and I can get off, walk back through town to the dumpster beside A&W where I cached some supplies, for all the speed and momentum it seems I haven't come as far as I thought, it's not that far a walk back...
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Moving to London with Ar*****
...and I've moved back to London with Ar*****, small, poverty filled apartment in some small town just past the outskirts, fridge with a few opened packs of food in it still, a dried up green pepper, one room with rich carpet floor, Ar***** is showing me where she got a job, there's some factories or buildings blocking the view but if I walk a bit South the old nuclear plant comes into view, walking North past the edge of the building and another Nuclear plant come within view, the perspective is all wrong in this dream, the building we're walking past is a ways away...walking further North (she's going to point out where she got a job) and I start to see the outskirts of the city, old buildings, an old church, with domes and spires, etc, it's the first bit of old European history and I'm overcome with emotion, everything since I've been here last has changed, the people, they've disappeared, these landmarks are all that remain...
...she's no patience for my blubbering and introspections, disappears from the dream, now I'm faced with the prospects of reassembling my life, need to pay bills, for the daughter's flight over at Christmas, for the summer, always living on these slim margins...
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I knew this dream was going to end badly...I'm on the Titanic, the ship lit up like a brilliant constellation, sailing through a cold, dark sea, it's warm and cozy, when we hit an iceberg...
There's the crunching of steel, deep mournful noises throughout the ship, and I'm not too much longer on it, but become a point of view moving across the waves, watching the lifeboats disembark, the ship slowly capsizing, wondering about the people trapped beneath the decks, those who've fallen into the water sink slowly through the sea, their bodies dissolving, until only their clothes come to rest on the sea bottom...
...and those inside, I assure myself, the water's cold, no one will last too long there, the hypothermia, the drowning pressure of the water, it's not such an unpleasant death...
...on the waves dance dozens of yellow and purple sprites, the souls of the recently departed, and I find myself moving south-west, someplace tropical, where the water is sure to be warmer.
(Note: I know the Titanic didn't capsize, but its' a dream...)
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I'm the king of a castle at the North end of a remote mountain lake, large, several stories, stone, it's at the end of a long road...
And I've received word that there's going to be an insurrection, and so I'm packing my things to flee, at first, only a dinghy, I'll follow the lake down into the wilds, but then I realize that their the wilds for a reason, there's nothing down there, and so I take the car, pack the dinghy into the trunk, and then I realize I have no money for gas, a castle with no money? and I think there must be a treasure some where I should be able to dig up...
Fuck it. I know who's behind this, and I go to his house in a rage...a suburban house, windows, portly wife, it's the middle of the night and I'm banging on the door, go around the back, break the windows to let myself in, the Councillor, he want to know who it is, his portly wife, she's offering me some shepherds pie...
...And now, walking up the shore of the lake I'm passed by a white blur, too quick it whips along the rocks, and when it stops I see it's a magnificent, pure white garter snake with pale grey markings and pink dots, perhaps 6 feet in length, I try to pick it up but it flares it's head, turns in my hand, I let it go, fumble with my phone to take a picture, for my father, we'd been discussing how snakes have been disappearing, another one appears, the same size and colors, but different markings, I recognize it as the female of the species, the first one's mate, they're both sunning themselves on rocks, I'm trying to get a picture, but my camera is loaded with dumb games, stupid software, I can't find the camera app, I didn't install these, don't know who did, the only solution is to reboot the phone into safe mode and restore it...
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I'm in a prospecting meeting, of sorts, other prospectors, some irrelevant people, dark room, a desk with a fat bossy kid, he's taken over from the boss...all around there are disconnected bath fixtures, bathtubs, toilets...
I'm picking at a blackhead on my ankle, start to squeeze it and the puss jets out, at first a narrow stream, then bigger, like toothpaste from a tube...I'm amazed, really, how much is in there, keep squeezing, more and more keeps coming up, I'm wiping it off, looking for a place to wipe it...
...and moving up my ankle, looking for more blackheads, I discover a pair of nipples on my inner ankle bones, I squeeze them, they jet out a splash of milk, then the toothpaste-styled puss, my hands are full of it, I look into the bathtubs, can wipe them in there, only the irrelevant people are sleeping in them...
...The boy, he's still barking directions, I'm paying attention, sort of, despite his bossiness he's proving surprisingly competent...