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I'm in Edmonton, I've run into a surprising number of former acquaintances. Scott, others...And passing, on a street, I see Sheryll. She's with a younger man, perhaps 30's, lots of tattoos, short hair, she's at the doorway to a house arguing with a tall, stoic looking man about visiting her daughter, "Not without court-appointed guardian" he tells her, she's drunk, and her 30 something companion is quietly helping her away from the door...
She's wearing a bathrobe, it keeps slipping off, she's not just drunk I realize, she's a crack addict, blackened eyes, this young man she's with is a john, I determine to rescue her, feel somehow responsible, I approach her companion & slip her into my arms, she's out of it, her companion offers no resistance....
....there's a cafe, now, and they're opening all the sugar dispensers on the table, thinking one of them must be filled with crack, that's where she's getting it, and I've got her in my arms and am wondering how to save her...
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I'm taking to a bored group of people about landscaping their yard. An older wealthy man, grey haired, his elegant wife, a younger couple I assume must be their children...I'm explaining that we can pull up the concrete slabs (9 of them in total) they've filled the yard with, lay in some stone tiles, large vases, trees, flowers, their disinterested, the older man explains to me: "We're really not into being upsold....", I try to explain I'm not upselling them, I'm trying to give them choices...
...they're not making the choices, leaving it to me, I conceive the idea to take them into the yard one by one and feel them out, I start with the younger blonde, she's pretty but her teeth are odd and jutting out, I lead her into the garden, she's looking back and loudly complaining - "If any of them are checking me out, tell them they're gonna be in trouble..." and I'm thinking how odd she is...
Now I'm in a parking lot, another client, dark haired, young, we're there to go into the mall and pick up landscaping supplies, looking through my window I see a small cloud, orange in the setting sun, advancing, boiling, splitting itself apart, and before we know it it's upon us...
For a moment I don't know what's happened, then I realize I'm under water in the car, swimming, trying to get my head above water, then before I know it drains away, pouring out through the windows and doors and I can breathe...the respite is only temporary, however, the girl seems all right, we barely have time to catch out breath and it happens again...
When it's done again we get out of the car, it's drenched, we're drenched to the skin, EMS vehicles are everywhere, a long truck is pulling around the front of my Jetta, it grinds against the headlight, a british Bobby, policewoman, stops me to tell me that while my car seems to have weathered the flood fine my headlight has unfortunately received 1200% damage, I want to tell her it wasn't the flood, it was the truck that just passed, but it's pointless, she's clueless...
It's a state of emergency, firetrucks, police cars, the girl, the client, she's leading me away, she's decided she wants to have sex, only we can't seem to find anywhere away from the mobs of people and workers, we try elevators at the mall, secret passages, nothing is working, and it's appearing we'll have to give up, I'm back at the car now, alone, and turning it over find to my surprise that it's weakly managing to start...
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I've a meeting with Obama, there are people in limousines and taxis and helicopters ready to pick me up, but I'm going to take the train.
"Can he bring you anything?" the driver asks, I tell him as I hurry away "Get him to pick me up a pack of Dunhills"....I know this will piss him off, Obama doesn't like my smoking.
Now waiting, underground, for a train, the platform is deserted for everyone except me and her...
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Tomislav has for some reason taken me to Croatia on a visit, only upon arriving I discover that Croatia is not another country, it's a whole other world...
Literally. A giant mountain, from which issues a river of Lava that powers the city. The city, built upon the mountain, or grown, rather, old-world architecture somehow fused in a Gaudiesque kaleidoscope, the city is in a way, alive...and people with countless aliens from other worlds; strange beings the likes of which I've never seen in my life, all busy in their myriad alien lives, this Croatia is a bustling spaceport of different civilizations...
...I'm standing on the lip of some giant carnivorous plant, having just fed it I'm feeding down a huge pepper mill, in the bowels of it there are a couple of men living in a small room, politics, they've deliberately fed themselves to the alien to later emerge and make some point about their untrustworthyness, I stand back a pace or two to make sure I don't slip in, the men stop what their doing and beckon me add more pepper, when I'm done step back from the lip of the plant...
....now I'm inside a building, a dark-haired elf-companion leading me to a museum of (??), I'm greatly curious but don't have the admission, aliens are coming and going, she tells me to pick up a small broom and dustpan, admission is free if we do some light housekeeping on the way...
...and now, time to leave this world, and I'm missing connections, can't find Tomislav or the connecting space vehicle I need to get home...
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I'm heading South, coastal highway somewhere in Wales, or Ireland maybe, with the significant other. She's got dark hair, otherwise nameless and faceless as always. We're driving an old Morris, or some-sort of vintage period car, filled with our luggage, returning from vacation, on our left a giant cliff above the ocean, small inns and places along the way, I'm pointing out caves with Celtic-sounding names, we stop an inn, they all know her there, family or friends, but we've already missed our connection and so have to get back into the car and try and hasten ahead to the next destination, it's beginning to thundershower...