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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.)
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I'm living in a basement suite, some female roomates, but I have a suite of my own. Upstairs live the landlady and her husband.
It's evening, and I'm putting my skeleton back in my body, I'd set it out in the yard to bleach a bit and get some air, I've forgotten why exactly...
...and I've dressed myself in my legs and hips and return to insert the ribs and vertebrae only to discover their missing...
I quiz my roommates, the girls, they don't know what happened to it...I'm beginning to get a little panicked, I need my skeleton, upstairs, asking the landlady, finally her husband comes home and I'm asking him about it and he gruffly replies that he's thrown it out...I'm upset, I need it, for support and to make blood cells, and I'm demanding the girls in the basement look for it, threatening them that if I have to go to the hospital and get another one it'll probably be that of a serial killer or some such, and we all know how that works out...
They're curiously incompetent and unhelpful...
It's sunset, a beautiful evening in the back yard, the skeleton is gone from the trash, of course, who's going to leave a perfectly good skeleton for the trash? And I'm panicking, starting to lose my shape, I look in the mirror and my face is blotchy, red vivid blotches, and I have to get to the hospital right away or I'll be dead soon, and that's unacceptable, I need to make my farewells first, annoyed that I took it out and put it in the yard to air, annoyed at the landlord for throwing it away, and trying to get him to give me a ride to the hospital right away...
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(The leg, a slight attending fever, have made for some interesting, albeit gruesome, dreams...)
..Small red ants are crawling around in my ear, I'm gently nudging them out with a q-tip, not certain I have them all, there may be more beyond what I can see, a nest of sorts deep in my head, and I don't want to push the q-tip into the ear for fear of squashing them, I can't feel them, but somehow they're responsible...
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The company has changed hands, a meeting, all the employees in a workshop, round table, I don't know them but they're my colleagues, this meeting, this workshop, it's promising great things, they're giving us loot bags filled with TV's and other treasures, only I don't know what it is they're doing, they intend on doing, don't even know what the old company was doing...
...one of my co-workers is following me, telling me that he's worried we're going to get screwed over on the salaries, he's heard they'll only pay us $700 a month...
...and an old supervisor is asking me what I think, "It looks pretty good" I assure him...
...a round table, the female employees, attractive, older, my age or thereabouts, I seem to know them, I work with them, one of them, Brandy I know, - but taller and fitter than Brandy, Brandy 2, wants to know if I'll have her over to meet my parents, they're in town, we haven't talked forever, and I agree...
...And after the break I'm returning to the meeting but I discover the two rolls of toilet paper I have with me are covered in shit, and I go to the bathroom so I can clean them off, peel away the offending outer layers, only the floor of the bathroom is covered in shit, long, perfect turds, everywhere, can't step inside without stepping on one, mens, womens, they're both the same, and I have to return to the meeting with my toilet paper rolls covered in shit, but nobody seems to notice...
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I'm moving from the apartment into a commune, large, fluorescent lit room, bright, 7 beds in a large circle, each bed has it's own couple, my new wife is here, and our child, I don't recognize her but she seems pretty enough, I don't wonder why I'd be giving up my apartment to live here, it seems natural. But my new wife, she's taking the baby and dropping it on it's head, time and again, and I'm getting annoyed at her clumsiness, the baby, the back of it's head flattened where it's been dropped, it's not breathing, turning blue and dead, and I'm telling her that she's killed it, she doesn't understand...
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I'm climbing along the tops of two skyscrapers in New York, for some reason the buildings expand as they increase in height and at the top they're only a couple of feet apart, and I'm moving along them one hand on each. It's blue, everywhere, the deep blue of sunset reflected off the glass, and I'm wondering how I'm going to get down when I come to another skyscraper, taller than the ones I've been on, and there's a door that opens onto the roof, clear glass windows, and some women come out and let me inside...
It's an office of sort, and there's two women I must deal with, immigration officials of sorts, wondering what I was doing on the top of the skyscrapers, they're going to process me, my passport, in my pocket, has suffered some misadventures, it's all there, ripped up and in pieces, but complete, the women are running in and out of offices trying to gather appropriate paperwork...
I take the opportunity to leave them, not feeling very bureaucratic, to escape, find elevators, stairs, heading down towards the street, I run into an older man, grey hair, resting on a Chaise Lounge, he's asking about how my immigration is going and I don't answer, he laughs and nods knowingly "gonna keep anonymous, good plan..." and I pat my ripped up passport in my pocket...
I'm downstairs, and it occurs to me that I'd like this week off in NY to be extended, to stay here, maybe get a job, and I'm in a town square now in Philadelphia, puzzling, I only had a week off and I'm realizing that I didn't tell work I wouldn't be returning, am wondering, vaguely, how I got here...
(Note: Have a week off in a week to take a prospecting course. Odd dream, considering the owner of the restaurant is going to NY the same week, odd that I should dream of going to NY in his stead)
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I am living in an old house with my father and my son. There is going to be a flood, and I've gone downstairs to the basement to rescue the dogs...dachshunds, there are 5 puppies in the litter, on the first try I find 3, bring them upstairs, return, find another, bring it upstairs, returning to look for the last one, have to find it quick, there are other things to be rescued here, on a shelf the boy has returned home and left me a pack of cigarettes, (??, name, ?? not my brand), through several doors looking for this last of the dachshunds, finally I find it...