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I dreamed that we finally made it to Tibet and were sitting in a Monastery, having breakfast or lunch or something. It was a long trip, we had to climb that mountain, the dream mountain wreathed in mists and riddled in caves with Tea Huts halfway up, (this I've dreamed of a few times, but have never reached the summit...), but it's behind us now and we can just enjoy the view.
This Monastery or Lamasery, it's a lot like the Banff Springs Hotel, or one of the better hotels in Prague. The ceilings are high and looking up I can see that I've painted my portrait over them all, I did that the last time I/we were here, a couple of years ago but I don't remember an awful lot more, the paintings aren't so good but I'm not too fussed, nobody is looking at the ceiling anyways....
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I'm picking up my daughter, she's finishing up a 6 week summer camp. But there's lots of summer left, and the girl next to her is lamenting what she'll do. I tell her that her parents will probably find another camp for her and then take a vacation to Greece or someplace without her.
"Why Greece" she asks, and I explain it's because they serve free ice cream there, playing, as it were, for a reaction.
Now the little girls parents are there and they're talking to me about where they'll go for the rest of the summer vacation. Her mother, she's a frumpy middle aged woman in a floral dress, her father is covered head to toe in fur. And to make matters worse he's got a plastic flesh-colored mask on to try and make him look normal, but it's not succeeding, you can see the hair popping out the eye holes and he explains to me that it's a genetic condition. And they continue discussing where they'll go and decide upon the Outer Hebrides.
"AH, Scotland" I say, and he looks at me oddly and explains to me that the Outer Hebrides are in Peru, he was stationed there once for a time he should know. And I'm certain they're off the coast of Scotland, or maybe Iceland or Denmark but I'm betting they've got to be islands someplace but I'm loathe to argue with someone already so disadvantaged, and he explains to me the purpose of his research there and my mind is filled with graphic images.
Apparently every 12, 000 years there's a great salt flood over the entire Amazon Basin, and then a fresh water flood, and then life there starts anew, and as he's explaining I'm seeing a giant map of a square South America flooding from the Equator down and then the flood-waters circle about the end and run up to the top, there's arrows and graphics and it's a bit elaborate, like something you might see on the Discovery Channel.
I'm still not buying it and after they've left I go to the University Library where I talk to the librarian and he begins to look for maps of the Outer Hebrides for me...."The Furry Guy" he's saying, "Yeah, he's my supervisor...I've got to have a talk with him on Monday" and from the tone I gather the Librarian's going to fire him for being furry or bad at geography...
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I'm running after "Bunny", the lead CSI, we've found the car, a crumpled folded picnic table and her trailer and we think we might be onto something.
We're looking for Auntie Madge. She'd disappeared some while ago, met an unsavory end with a serial killer or something, but still there were reports of her car being seen here and there; the northern states, Montana, Oregon, and now, finally, here, at the end of this cul-de-sac surrounded by high trees.
There's a broken fence and Bunny's running towards it, I'm following, there's a few missing planks, it's broken up and weathered and we go through the holes and run up a long driveway and there's an old hotel, decrepit, ancient.
It has the air of a once-great hotel, but that's long passed, and Bunny is running down the halls, through a courtyard, and we're at the desk.
It's the Hotel Renfrew. There's an old guy, balding, fat, sweaty at the desk, leaning back in his chair and smoking. Bunny asks about Aunt Madge and he answers, directs us down the hall and I'm surprised, it seems almost too good to be true that she'd be alive and staying here in the middle of nowhere, we go down the halls and find her room.
Inside there's a younger lady, late 30's or early forties, in jeans and a black bra. And there's Aunt Madge as well, older, in the same black bra and jeans. They weren't expecting us. The younger lady, she has one breast, small and round, the size of a tennis ball. And the other is huge and round, like a cantaloupe, I can't help but notice. And then she turns towards me and I see there's a third breast, again small and round like a tennis ball, and it somehow balances everything out. I notice Aunt Madge now, she's got 3, maybe 4 breasts all scattered around her chest and belly and she's telling Bunny that they disappeared because of the taboo, they just wanted to be themselves, and I'm wondering if the taboo was on their obvious lesbian relationship or on their multiplicity of breasts....
The man at the front desk now, he's telling us about a cleansing ceremony the Buddhists will be doing on Dead Island, I ask where that is and he gestures off towards the south, "But you won't find anything, it's all gone now.." and I guess, infer somehow, that the history of this hotel has the midwives abandoning the many teated children of this area to the elements on the island, but they don't want to discuss it.
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I'm on a ferry or boat with a bunch of people I don't know. They look like a cast from a movie, or survivor audition. We're heading over to an island, not a tropical one but something more like Manhattan, I think we're in New York.
On the island we begin to go down a long flight of stairs. It's like the entrance to a subway, a long metal tube plunging into the earth, and as far as we go there's still farther to descend. It takes all day.
At night we come up. We're being held here by these creatures - aliens, maybe? that operate out of a corner store, and we go and smash the windows of it, then run back to our subterranean lair. After we smash the windows someone says that we should call pest control, and looking back at the shop we can see this black ooze coming out of the window, there's no sign of the aliens or malevolence that's keeping us hostage, I expect to see a flood of cockroaches pouring from the building but there's nothing....
There's nothing we can do, if they catch us they'll kill us, or worse, but if they don't catch us and we live with them we'll live forever. We just want to be free.
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It's Halloween and I've hacked someone up, hung them upside-down over a pile of leaves to drain the blood first, then dismembered them into a heap of organs and limbs.
The children don't know, they think it's an exceptionally gruesome display on the front lawn, but other people have caught on.
The papers, they've got photos of my display on the front page and detailed ones inside, people are buying them like hotcakes, it's an award winning Halloween display for sure, I try to stop someone, a short fat man, from buying the paper - "Don't ..." I tell him, and put my hand on his arm to sell him; he knows, some of the others know, it's not just a display, they want to look.
I'm not going to get away with this forever, the police are coming to pick me up, they're at the front door. I tell the kids to eat their dinner, then go to the door, the police are there, I apologize and tell them I'm eating dinner, I'll just be half an hour.
I'll be going away for this one for quite some time.