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That I was in Philadelphia at a flea market, there's an antique dealer there who has a couple of small dancing wood figures on sticks, they're well carved, with that heavy aged patina and magnets on their feet...he tells me that they're part of a "Tom Thumb" game and shows me the rest, there are some magnets they would play with, and an old metal tractor seat that's been beaten into a game board, and he's searching around for the box.
I'm intrigued. I've never seen anything quite like this, and I ask him how much..
He sucks in his breath and goes to tell me...I'm waiting, he's humming and hawing, telling me how rare it is and I'm expecting, 50, maybe a hundred bucks.
$280 dollars with many assurances of it's rarity and value.
Now I could buy it, but it's a bit too expensive and there's other things that I want and he assures me that he comes this way every week, he's from Boston but he does "The Tour" so I can think upon it and I'm wondering how in this part of the world distances are so small....
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And I dreamed that it was late summer and the ex had told me I should take the kids (? my daughter, the owner of the restaurant's daughter) camping in the back yard....and so I wandered and found that the back yard extended for acres until finally it reached a fence before a lane. Late summer, leaves heavy on huge trees, golden grasses, sun setting. A beautiful place for a campsite. And I went to find my way back but no longer was this my yard, it was someone else's yard and I had to cut through many lanes and alleys to find my way home...
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I've had literally hundreds of these dreams. I'm lost in London, trying to get somewhere. Last night it was Hackney, missing trains, trying to get onto the right train, flag a taxi, I know - generally - where it is I'm supposed to be going, but for some reason things just aren't working out and I'm not getting there.
And still I keep trying....
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I never dream about sex. Everything else, but never, ever sex. Or so rarely it doesn't bear mention.
So I begin to nap and it's starting to take off, there are women in my dream and then they're there without their shirts, things are getting better. Naked people in my dream. And I'm getting curious, I never dream about sex but there's women (plural), not singular, and so this could be a really good dream.
And then Telus calls. I try for the next 2 hours to get back into this nap, this dream, before finally giving up.
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(3 dreams in one night, and a heap of illegible notes on the nightstand in the morning)
I'm trying to get out a big city - ish, driving, but the roads circle and loop about mountains and I'm forever coming back to where I started from. I'm at the top of a mountain, it's night time, or close enough, the sun is setting in the mountains behind me and in front of me are the Great Pyramids. They're huge, like mountains themselves, ruined, were it not for the obviously opened tombs on the tops of them, and the obvious "Pyramidal" shape of them you might not recognize them. They're lit in that orange glow of sunset, pink, almost as if they're on fire. My mountain, the one I'm on, it's cast into shadow and in the shadows there glows the phosphorescence of rattlesnakes, Gila monsters, coyotes, and there are vendors trying to lure you forward with the promise of tacky souvenirs but I know better and go back to the car ...