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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...
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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...