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- Written by: Rod Boyle
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I'm living at home, a nice home, nighttime, comfortably lit, my parents home I think, and going downstairs to the main level I find that the stairs are under construction, the bottom 3, 4, 5, 6 steps, every time I return more and more are missing, and I get to the bottom by sliding on the banister or jumping...
..Until I'm approached by someone in the house, family I'm guessing, who tells me that I should use the back stairs, the central staircase in the middle of the house, I'd forgotten about them, and I go to use them and then I realize, this is my house, these are my stairs, I should be the one fixing them, this is my project...
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I'm in Nelson, going to visit (??), a large, Victorian property just off Baker Street, their doing renovations to it, it wraps the corner of the building, beautiful inside, and I'm thinking that it must have cost a fortune...
...a couple of friends approach me, (I don't know them), they offer me some "tobacco", I decline, and they laugh and assure me it's just "English Tobacco", burned cigarette ends...
...the building they're renovating, the doors are under scaffolding, they're gutting the upper levels, I duck through into the entryway and I'm hit by falling lumber, not too hard, and I'm a bit annoyed and when the construction workers pop their head around the corner I tell them that back in Alberta this would never happen...
and the one responsible, tall, long hair and a black and white painted face, I know him somehow, mutters under his breath that in Alberta we have "the restaurant" and I know what he means...somebody approaches, whoever I was coming to meet, is going to fire him, but I grab him by the arm and pull him back into the house ... "I might need him" I tell him, might be getting a job myself when I move here...
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Dreaming that I'm somewhere in a jungle or forest, co-workers, not the co-workers I have now, and I'm eating a bowlful of roasted venomous snake, chopped up, only the head is left and I'm wondering if the fangs are poisonous as well as venomous, and wondering if the skull will be all crunchy, dropping it into my mouth I discover it was two headed, the other head still very much alive and grazing my neck, I drop it immediately...
...And wake up..
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And dreams lately, vivid, a pastiche of work and prospecting blurred together, the discovery, my discovery, of diamonds in the glacial tills of central Alberta, but I'll have to move a lot of dirt, blending into work dreams, the owner shouting, looking for the other employees, they're late, pulling the restaurant down with tractors, it's filled with people, one wall removed and they're trying to escape, one more wall and it'll be fully collapsed, every morning I remember them and begin the drudgery again...
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Garage saling and I run into N, flea market of sorts, we're amiable enough, civil, and I'm trying to find a moment to chat with her but things keep interrupting. A vendor has things to show me, some great high end 60's stuff, cufflinks, ashtrays, he got them down the road, he's getting my opinion and I'm telling him that there always be a market for high end 60's stuff, he's telling me if I'm interested he'll let me know where he got it, there's more, I'm not that interested...
N*** is packing up, we're not finding time to chat, connect, and the dream is changing...
All around the city there are badlands...a smaller city, like a Disneyland or amusement park, smaller even than that, and the "mayor" (??) has decided to add some wildlife, letting loose some crocodiles and little shrews, they're everywhere, only now a girl is complaining that one of the crocodiles has bitten her leg, and the restaurants are trying to deal with the shrews, and I'm laughing at the mayor, what a brilliant idea to let loose rat/shrews in restaurants, he's a little young and inexperienced, I go with the girl to find the crocodile that bit her...
It's in the bottom of a narrow canyon, badlands type, we cross it over a short footbridge, can't see it down there, but they're everywhere...
Evening, I'm approaching a tree, going to round up some of the lizards, only there's a crocodile in the tree, well camouflaged, he snaps at my arm, various lizards now begin raising their frills and hissing at me, I'm not getting near this tree...
(Exhausted, back to the 12 hour work days, leg/knee rebelling against this sort of abuse. 58 days, more or less, left.)