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I'm in Russia, close (I'm guessing) to the Russian/China border, there are high mountains, I've a half hour walk ahead of me, I'm on the way to some monastery.....
And I'm walking down some shady lanes on the side of the mountain (thinking I should have perhaps walked a bit further and taken a more direct route) when I come across some stately clapboard homes fallen into disrepair, I look through the window of one, inside there's fine furniture, wood floors, antiques, it's as if somebody still lives there, from the outside they look like abandoned farm outbuildings...
The sun is dappling and I continue on my way, I have to get to the monastery soon or I'll be late, another time, perhaps, I'll return....
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Now this is probably a result of my greed in naps on a selfish day off, a lengthy nap, followed by a refusal to go and seek dinner or do anything remotely productive during the dinner traffic rush, another nap, and hence somewhat bizarre dreams....
I'm in the restaurant, not mine but mine, it's an unending labyrinth, hundreds of rooms and passages, I can't seem to find my way.
I don't care, I'm taking a swig of rum from a bottle I've placed above the till. I have no prejudice against drinking, it's my bottle, I brought it from home....
There's a fellow I recognize, he's holding a beer and he hand's me a cheque, the IT guy I'm guessing, and I offer him another beer. I search for a service bar and find one in another room, with a fenced off area for the customers like a hockey arena floored with sawdust and these giant busts of clowns (???) or demons that recall Mardi Gras...
I need to ring it in before I can get it, they tell me he's with this group of nerds on such-and-such table and I can see them, but now I must find them on the map of the restaurant on the till and it's like this vast D&D map, I have to enter the front door of the restaurant (on the POS till) and then navigate the countless passages and rooms to find the floor plan for the room I'm in now....
I'm lost, these people I'm working with, they're all strangers, this restaurant I don't know, the IT guy I know but he's disappeared, I want to find my way back to the original room where this all started, where I have tables and my comforting bottle of rum poised above the till....
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Now I've had 2 dreams while in Alaska. More than 2, actually, but 2 that I remembered to write down.
First - I will give the gist of some recurring dreams I've had of Alaska - One, that I've driven there from Edmonton / Calgary - wherever - it's surprisingly close, just past Jasper, I should have been? Why haven't I been? And I drive up round past the horn, the substantial body of the State, there are inlets and Killer whales, and I return to Canada by driving along the rocky borders of a long lake that runs through central Saskatchewan...
My dream Geography is a bit messed up....
But there's a similarity in tone, feeling, it's the rose tinted color of memory when I'm there, the inlets, always at night, the ocean and the killer whales...there are the questions, why do I return via Saskatchewan (and what is in Saskatchewan?), why is it so close, what does - in my dream, Alaska mean....?
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That dream I've had, in varied forms, a few times before going. So I think then that perhaps I'll have some great dreams, some ---- I don't know. I don't - any recognition or dejavu I have while I'm awake.
In Alaska, I have 2, both while on the Ferry.
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The stewards and pursers very friendly, wearing papier mache masks, painted to look like ventriloquist dolls from the 50's, static, none moving their lips but all with the painted happy expressions of idiots...it's the wrong boat but they won't let us off...there's this millionaire on board, he's ordered a sundae brought from the port of call, the biggest in the world to celebrate his wife's birthday, the biggest in the world so that we can all be offered a bite...
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and there's the other dream: Hans Brinker and the Silver Skates
A book of naughty fairy tales, pale blue cover, it looks like a cheap reproduction, I've met a group of 5 women on a quiet street in Alaska who are quietly demanding satisfaction, naked, I am with (??) who goes and finds me 2 copies of the book in a thrift shop, for some reason it's important I have this, when I wake all I remember is the meaningless phrase: "Hans Brinker and the Silver Skates" ...
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It's dark, early evening on a snowy road somewhere (downtonwn?) - a side street off a steep hill. And cars are going past, hitting some icy patch and spinning out of control, flipping over, smashing into parked cars, no one seems to be getting hurt but it's like a scene out of the movies.
I'm wishing I'd brought a Camera.
One - looks to be municipal vehicle, flips and rolls before landing upright in facing the opposite direction. I go to see if the driver's alright - it's Fabrizio - the bosses' nephew's friends brother. He seems a little annoyed, on the back of the truck there's all these road signs - hand painted with neon highlighters, I can't read what they say. He's worried about his load, and I get off the street, it's just not safe, too many maniac drivers...
I step into a shopping mall, it's rotating, and I try to take a shortcut through but it's a series of slides who's angle change, I get into one and am somersaulted as it turns....I get off just in time, with a little sliding of my own, at the right door, a walkway into a parkade....
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This is a recurring dream, of sorts, the opening into the subterranean world of crypts and the dead....
The sky suffused with an orange light, there's a cemetery in her back yard, about 24 plots, no headstones, just numbers in the grass.
And in the front and back of the cemetery the earth has fallen away to reveal holes that lead to the underworld, crypts and catacombs...
and I'm filled with dread, as if something unaccountably evil "lives" in there...
In my waking life there is no fear of bogeys or demons, coming upon an open catacomb I would be more likely to grab a torch and go explore than I would be filled with dread and apprehension...
the dream is different...
In this dream I'm terrified of these rents into the earth, as if something has been clawing it's way out, the graves, they rest quietly, 1-24, but beneath there is evil...
Now I meet the two spirits that have been haunting her, both female, slight of build, flat, monochrome, like cartoons, attractive but demon smiles play upon their faces...