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Written by: Rod Boyle

Category: Dreams

Published: 09 December 2011

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I leave for the lunch shift today, they don't need me. So I go downstairs to sleep, I can't go home, there's contractors, there will be no sleep had there other than by them.... The owner's in a foul mood, it's cheque-writing day, and as I try to sleep I can hear all the goings on in the restaurant, the medley of banging pans and Italian curses, it's not the best place to nap, but somehow I manage it...

I'm in London, not London, walking the streets, making a map....

I realize I'm dreaming, this is Lucid, the sounds of the restaurant keep me from falling completely asleep...

I'm on an ancient cobbled street, fine, small row houses, grotesque gargoyles and ornaments, the mood is drear but there's a heightened sense of reality, every gargoyle is different, and as I'm making a map I note that this place hasn't changed, I must take the boy....

now it's a lucid dream and so I wake myself to make my notes.....

....and I'm unrolling a roll of rice paper-parchment, adorned with printed courtesans, I write upon the paper (yellow light), the ink bleeds into the paper, I return to the dream....

The same street I just left, the same as I left it, and I'm walking....a horologist, a bright tree in front, a stump, embellished with watch dials and crystals, broken wares advertising his trade, and I pull aside a crystal to check the dial, it looks like a good make even if it's broken...

Walking through London not London, making my map, there's a festival of sorts, it's evening, and I walk up, people, South American, this is different....

.....and I wake again, knowing this is a dream, make my notes upon parchment....

The din above is too much, and I awake from this again, perplexed, in the squalor of the restaurants basement, the lucidity was real, but the waking was into another dream...

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Written by: Rod Boyle

Category: Dreams

Published: 29 November 2011

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They're planning on detonating a nuclear bomb in some small town outside Calgary.

I shouldn't say they, I mean we, I'm in on it somehow. There's the guy assembling the bricks around the reactor core, and there's a bunch of co-workers sheltered in a cave somewhere, trying to stay out of the line of sight of the blast ("and so the roof of the cave will glow in the dark when this is done?" J is asking....) and there's the helicopter, it has the remote control, it's going to fly close to the bomb - well, a couple of KM away, then detonate it and duck to safety behind a hill...

The timing of this is important, you don't want to be in the air when the blast hits...

I'm trying to understand the reasoning behind this bomb, but there's no reason, we're just a group of disparate strangers out for a good time, "It has to be done...." they tell me, and I'm to understand the damage will be minimal... 

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Written by: Rod Boyle

Category: Dreams

Published: 21 November 2011

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There's a new mall opening somewhere at the junction of 14st and deerfoot trail. Everyone's talking about it.

I don't pay any attention, I'm not much into malls....

But go outside and there's this big laser show in the sky, a meteorite flying, then crashing, then a giant mushroom cloud and fire on the horizon, I walk closer to see...

It looks fake, it's not real, cartoons & cgi, I'm with someone who's afraid but I tell them it's just a publicity stunt for the mall...

We watch more, giants and other animated characters appearing as if just in front of us, talking about the bargains at the new deerfoot outlet mall, I'm impressed with all the animation & work that must have went into it...we return home.

N drops by, haven't seen her for a long time, she's there to (???), she's on her way to the new mall, don't know why she'd dropped by, to see someone other than myself, I'm surprised....

We find out that there's a contest at the mall, they've hidden thousands of dollars in gift vouchers there, tens of thousands of dollars remain, that settles it, a couple of male friends haul me off and away we go...

The mall, it's still under construction, everywhere there are lockers in the walls and the trick to finding these gift vouchers is to empty the lockers of their contents, they'll be hidden on the bottom. I find quite a few, separate from my companions, fill my pockets not bothering to check the denomination or value or read the terms and conditions, it's almost too easy. And as I'm calling for John (?? One of my companions) my sister's there, in tears almost, having found nothing, and I promise to help her find the coupons, we go to check some lockers but they're all empty, this area of the mall's under construction...

...so we go outside and there's a big semi trailer blocking the sidewalk down the side of the mall, I go to crawl quickly under it, get stuck...and as I'm stuck I notice the truck is idling, next thing the truck is pulling away from the mall and I'm pressing myself as flat as I can to the earth in the hopes of not being dragged or run over...

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Written by: Rod Boyle

Category: Dreams

Published: 21 November 2011

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We (a girl and I) are walking through a darkened street in London. 

The streetlights are out, it's dark, there are metal grills scattered throughout the street but someone or something has ripped through the steel leaving gaping holes, she almost steps in one and I tell her we should turn around, go another way, it's too dark, too easy to step in one and fall...

We find another way, ending in an apartment, there's a skylight, passage, older apartment with curious cupboards inset into the walls, the darkness spills in through the windows and overpowers the lights...

Somehow or another we've talked to someone and found out about the Zombie apocalypse, it was them who ripped through the grills on the street to find victims hiding in basement, the streets are deserted. A bare 60 watt bulb on the ceiling.

She goes for a walk down the hall, outside, and when she opens the door to outside I realize she's just made a big mistake...we return to the apartment, I find a cupboard with a crack to hide in, she's too slow, surrounded by 4 dead women, zombies, reaching for her, and I'm wondering if there isn't a vaccination for this...