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Scratchy film reel, photoshop filters, buildings passing as seen from a train.
I'm coming into London, London not London, there's St. Pauls and the Opera House, great architecture writ large upon the landscape of childhood, buildings behind buildings, not London but the small town where I grew up, the prairie architecture replaced with grand old European architecture, recognizing both the buildings and the map upon which they stand, central park and the library, London not london...
Now I'm flying, swooping more, finding high buildings to leap off of, falling and then at the last moment swooping, someone is chasing me but I'm busy with this, fly up, find another perch, jump and swoop again...
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I'm happening by a house and end up inside.
There's a party going on, in another room there's some hand-drawn animation, its the first movie to be made by the creators of Southpark, Trey Parker and Matt Stone, there's hand scribbled pictures of Tarzan and then it turns into real life, in the next room there's a party, Trey and Matt are trying to get it all down...
In the next room, the party room, there's an orgy of sorts, young actresses I vaguely recognize, I'm trying to get Trey to explain to me how they got funding for this, their first venture, he's too busy going between being inside the movie to watching the movie to try and answer...
Strange dream, lurid, long, filled with peculiar details that I can't quite remember...
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I'm in some Central American country, wet, humid, a large public washroom, urinals, showers, toilets, everything set with broken tiles and wet, wet, dripping wet, that uncomfortable wet that has me not wanting to walk around it at all and I haven't any shoes...
But I've conceived the idea of taking a ship, ferry, around the horn of South America, part road trip, part ferry, and I'm talking to J from work, he did the trip last year...."27 days it took me" he's telling me, and I'm thinking I can do it in less if only I can get on the next ferry...
Outside, humid, warm, grey clouds over the Atlantic, I'm imagining the long drive...
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There's a bill in the mail from Shaw, it's about a hundred or so pages long, a brief note attached saying that they've underestimated my internet usage, this bill should catch me up. A hundred pages detailing all of my torrent downloads. The total bill around $1000.00, give or take, and I'm very, very annoyed, there's no way I'm going to pay this but I'm not sure I have time enough to challenge or dispute it...
(**Note: Probably related to the various measures being undertaken both privately and publicly to restrict internet access and usage, which have of late been receiving a lot of press)
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My side of the dining room is empty, pulling apart a large table that just left, a quiet long weekend, when I glance towards the door, there's another large group entering the restaurant, and just as suddenly we're pulling the table back together ...
I'm not happy, it was looking like an early night, and a couple of the people, older "trophy" blondes, I recognize them and am not so happy, I have to quickly to the bathroom, ...
Heading downstairs I look down at my shirt, it's a bright saffron yellow, this doesn't seem right, and I have an inkling, begin tapping on my wrist and asking myself if I'm awake or dreaming...the answer isn't clear...
I enter the bathroom, 2 urinals on the wall, wall a bright yellow as well, same as my shirt, tapping my wrist more and asking myself more urgently, I want to turn this dream around, get lucid..
...and I wake up.
(lucidity, but no control, and at the cost of having a dream about the restaurant...)