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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...
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I'm in an old-English styled village, small slate cottages, Gothic Cathedrals, treed lanes and parks, it's beautiful. A gilt edged chapel book in a bookstore, shaped like a Gothic window, definitely a Bible village, the whole of God's kingdom drawn in miniature upon the earth, every stone in it's place, every plant with an honourable pedigree that can be traced to the Garden of Eden, mustard seeds, apples, pomegranates, no detail too small ....
In fact one definitely gets the feeling the people of the village think that in some ways their town is superior to the Kingdom of God, had he solicited their advice first they would have made some recommendations, things like running water and toilets, they're nothing if not smug...
But things aren't all perfect. A council meeting, the architects, a bunch of ladies, a handsome older one foremost amongst them, are debating the direction of the evolution, strangely the village isn't quite attracting the population they'd hoped, and it becomes apparent to me that the older handsome one is the architect, it's her brainchild, somewhere in the background there's a rich and invisible husband financing all this, but she's losing patience with how slowly her earthly kingdom is coming along, they're stalled on the Garden of Eden and if things don't happen soon she's going to withdraw her support....
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I'm playing some sort of money-tunnel slot machine in the casino. You look through the window, money is blowing everywhere, it's like one of those money tunnels stunts that radio stations pull, only with this you don't get it in and grab it, you just put in your coins and it piles up...
And I'm winning. Lots it would appear, opening the machine there are neat banded straps of hundred and fifty dollar bills, I've won, big time, and I stuff the muff of my hoodie with money and leave the casino...
...I'm at a shop, trying to buy a snack, but the money keeps falling out, the bills are wrong, too large, they won't accept them, it's not working...
...and I run into my boss and he's buying me drinks, trying to sit me down and talk to me, wants to make sure I'm not going to quit after my big win, me, all I'm trying to do is to find my way to the boy's mother, I owe her some money and I want to give it to her before it all disappears from my hoodie...
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I've taken a girlfriend (G) to a late night diner for a drink, I'm thirsty, and while I'm ordering my drink she's gone off to look at things on the shelf, amusing herself, and outside pulls up N. How long? Don't know, but I've got my drink and now am sticking around hoping to have a few words with her...hard, G is there, busy inside shopping the diner, in her own little world, I'm outside in the parking lot keeping a discreet distance, up pulls K - boys mother, and I go over to talk to her, then another car pulls up with my Mother, and another woman in another car, and N is waiting for me to come over and talk to her and I'm making excuses, making idle conversation with these various other women from my life...
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And I'm on a blind date with Patti Smith who's come over to my place - not my place, large, spacious urban apartment overlooking the city - big city, not this city...nighttime, and Patti Smith is not the young and sexy Patti Smith but a much older, wrinkled Patti Smith, with long grey hair, shaved bald over the crown, it's awkward this and L and X are laughing at my discomfort, they dropped by unannounced, Patti obviously likes me and while I'm liking her company it's not in that way...
And now I'm in London, L-- has gotten me tickets to fly there with a couple of her friends, I'm going to a very exclusive, private club, membership is coveted and almost impossible to attain, we arrive at the door in fancy dress, steampunk meets cosplay, her friends, one a beautiful young girl dressed as a fairy with mask, the other a heavy steampunk inventor type, I'm the tag-along...they're screening the people at the door, looking for tokens of membership, we slip along into the crowd, up a winding corkscrew shaped gallery, throngs of people gazing upon the artwork on the wall, eventually we arrive at a landing where they're checking our memberships, indoctrinating new members, the fairy girl is called from the line to be punished - she failed to show her membership medallion, I'm to be indoctrinated, the deciding jury (including Banksy) is asking me nonsensical questions, testing my responses, and I'm confused? Am I to be witty or frank? What is the right answer? They're all very serious...
A large bouncer figure walks off at one of my responses with a disapproving harrumppph...It's a different world, this, my companions have made their way into the club, DJ ???, laser light show, music, I must have passed admission because now I'm making my way into the club, jostling along, dancing, dancing...
Room after room of wonders...
I call L--- to thank her, to what do I owe this pleasure I ask? and she replies only that she loves me very much and I should enjoy it...
Now I'm swimming, darkly lit pool, still somehow in the nightclub, not swimming so much as being carried along, L--- is paddling on her back and carrying me, arm wrapped around my neck, floating and looking up towards an invisible ceiling...
(vivid, strange, enjoyable?...)