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Written by: Rod Boyle

Category: Dreams

Published: 17 October 2013

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Driving outside of Calgary, west, autumn, a gas station, few houses and trees on a southbound road, an old prairie church.

I'm in the church, moving my stuff in, a deal on rent, I haven't too much stuff, a few books, end tables, my children are helping me. One of the books, large coffee table style, pages graded according to color, as you flip through them they are cut away in tight squares, so that each page both reveals and helps to create the architecture on the next, it's an art-book of sorts, I set it on a table, the floors are roughly hewn, a few colored patches of light from the stained glass windows dapple the room, "this will be a fine home once I fix it up" I'm telling myself...

Then it begins to rain, and the rain pours in through the ceiling as if it weren't even there, and I'm running about trying to save my books and this church isn't looking like such a good deal after all...

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Written by: Rod Boyle

Category: Dreams

Published: 17 October 2013

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I'm in a restaurant, or not restaurant, seems to be more of a hair salon, very fashionable, I've just got this job and I'm not sure exactly what I'm supposed to be doing...the back of the salon, behind walls that reach up only partway to the ceiling, is black, the front is too brightly lit, outside it's night...

In the front there sit a couple of well dressed elderly puppets, grotesque features, expensive suits and jewelry, they make it known by signs they don't need service...there's a box on the floor in which a puppet maitre-d has popped his head out, he's making inane puppet conversation, I go over to talk to him, see if I can't find out what precisely I'm doing him, he keeps his puppet head to me at all times, I can see his handler's lycra clad body working it's way around the box on all fours, crab like, he doesn't want me to see him, instead keeping the puppet facing me at all times, this is proving fruitless...

OJ Simpson walks into the bar, looks at me, turns left and plops himself into a barbers chair.

"I owe you big time" he tells me, and pulls from his pocket a big bag of pixie dust which he empties into a little ceramic tray filled with beads and buttons... It looks like OJ, only I know I don't know OJ, wouldn't know OJ, must be someone else, he's big and black and he sure looks like OJ and I'm trying to figure out who he is and where I know him from, a pro athlete, obviously, he's not paying me any attention...

Pointing to the pixie dust, "You want a lot or a little?" he asks me, I politely decline, he pshaws and tells me I have to have some..."Just a pinch" I tell him.

He leans back in the barbers chair and does a big snort, then exhales through his mouth, pursed lips, he indicates it's my turn, only now the tray is empty, and I'm rifling through the beads and buttons, I find a small shriveled  pea pod, I try to use this to scoop up the few remaining grains, there's not enough, nothing left, OJ's staring at me with a curious look of puzzlement and disdain....

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Written by: Rod Boyle

Category: Dreams

Published: 17 October 2013

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I've gone into the basement for something, wood stairs running alongside a concrete wall on my left, a bare bulb lights the stairs but the room to my right is black.

I look into the void and I see a giant spiderweb, light reflecting off of it, it's mounted on a pane of glass and I can see the glass dimly reflecting, it slopes along the line of the stairs, in front of it there's another spiderweb, perhaps a foot away, same, mounted upon glass that I can see dimly reflecting, and I think that I have to tell whoever owns this place that they have problems...

Then I notice, at about the same angle, slanted towards the web, a glass cup, inside a giant black spider, it quickly disappears into the darkness then reappears on the stairs, trying to bite me...

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Written by: Rod Boyle

Category: Dreams

Published: 02 October 2013

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The boy (but not boy, dream logic) and I are looking for a cave ... forest, evening, ruins of a classical sort, step over here and the cave should be within the cliff. Now note the tone, emotion of the dream so far are identical to others I've had...it's deja-vu, but this place has only existed in my dreams, and there's a dream-deja-vu....colours blue, deep, the ruins are lit by floodlights but they found this cave when digging them out...I remember it, an evocation of memories and emotion, I'm here to show the boy...

...we find the entrance, enter, pillars, walls, ceiling, but it's not the cave I remember, confused....a large breasted woman and her daughter find us, they want directions to the cave, I can help them...we're in it (sort of) but I'm not recognizing it, it's too civilized, not a cave anymore, ....it's ok, she's on her way to the hot-springs and brings us towards another stair in the middle of the floor to descend, perhaps it will get more cavish below....

Now strange, in that I recognize in this large breasted woman abundance, and while typically not my style (preferring spare and lean, myself) she's not unattractive and I decide to give her a try...in my dream I recognize in her abundance, the symbolism...I am coming into a cycle of abundance.......we haven't found the right cave, the boy and I, and so I'm summoning up deja-vu memories of other caves I've visited in my dreams....next to Cadomin this one is Cadomin-not-Cadomin, with all the bodies inside, too dark perhaps, there are the other ones I've looked for but not found, there's the caves I found (WE, FAMILY) in dreams, long narrow ones beside the road, horizontal slits filled with fallen rock that in previous dreams we've discovered but not gone back to explore, they must be close by to here I think but really they are so very, very far away....evocations of my dreams of Alaska, the far north...