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I'm with my father in Australia. We're in some sort of Disney World, or amusement park, and we're at a fitness facility, multiple stories high. The basement, filled with water, a swimming pool, deep, big, and I'm thinking it makes sense, because, Australia...
And then we're at the ground floor level, and there's a skating rink, and I'm thinking, "Hell Ya Pa's going to teach these Aussies how to play hockey..."
We're walking. There's a woman he knows that's fallen in step with us, he knows her somehow, and I'm thinking this trip to Australia, maybe I didn't I understand it completely?
She's trying to keep up with him, friends are joining her...
And there's other friends, on my left, I don't know them, and they're being joined by other friends, pretty, and dad is walking faster trying to outstrip them all...
I have this image in my head, all the maps of Australia I've seen, criss-crossed with red lines of the travels I should have taken....
... and now it's the world, from tropical islands off the coast of Africa, hot summer days visiting islands that exist only in my dreams...
(Weird, but not unpleasant. Dream places, that I recollect from dreams and so have that haunting familiarity, but no corollary in real life)
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I was flying to the site of the sinking of the Titanic. I asked them if they knew where it was, but they didn't, and so I volunteered to go down and search for it with them.
The ocean, cold, big waves, dark, it's night, and sliding beneath the waves...
They must have a pretty good idea of where it should be, because were in an inlet, little harbour, and shortly beneath the waves there is a layer of ice, and we can see where the ship slid in, beneath the ice, and skidded along the bottom, coming up to break the ice (still under the sea) on the other side...
The ice, it's a flat layer, it's why they couldn't find it....
And now I'm on the ship, bright, cold, fluorescent lights, there's still atmosphere down here, it's like an abandoned - ? - place, there are beds, rusting, rotting under cold fluorescence, and there are people here I know, that must be why I came...Don, the old alcoholic chef from the restaurant, and another kitchen staff member, Dave, and maybe there are more, the paint, white and peeling to rust, too-bright fluorescent lights, and I'm here to rescue them, perhaps....
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That's it. My dreams have been shit lately, lacking purpose, plot, meaning, merely discomforting, unquiet, restless. At first I put it down to my excessive drinking - but, cut back on that, and the dreams remained the same. Short and fragmentary. Sometimes several in a night, none memorable. And I tried Pot, a little hesitant to swap one vice for another, - and a few nights of that - the pre-shows were great, but I'd never find the energy to write all the images down, and ... well, no dreams remembered. And the dreams the same, cryptic (they were always, but I could decipher, now they are more so...), and so this is the best I can remember and it isn't much, still dreaming, but they've lost a lot....
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The first nap, I dream that people have let themselves into my place while I'm having a nap and babysitting the kids. My kids, younger, and these people, I don't know, friends of a friend maybe, and I should get up and talk to them only I'm trying to have a nap. The lake, it's got huge waves today, towering 20, 30 feet in the air, I can see them below the deck, the water's heavy, but not rough, the waves aren't breaking, there are no whitecaps, merely large heavy waves reaching up into the darkening sky...
The people, eventually they leave, then there is another group that let themselves in, they're waiting for a bus, I know them, took them on a prospecting tour of the Kootenays, friends of Marks, still, I'm trying to nap, and eventually they too leave...
And it's time to get up, and I dreamed that I was trying to nap...
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That I'm somewhere near Creston, the marshy plains before ascending the Kootenay Pass, there are signs explaining the Turtles, the area, I have the urge to go prospecting, above the marshes is a mountain that I recognize from other dreams, with tea-huts and caves and crystals and gold...
But for now I'm reading the signs at the foot of the marsh, reading about the wildlife and first discovery of the area by John from Halifax and I'm wondering if it's the same John from Halifax I knew some 30 years ago back in London....
Now my desk, wooden, small oak desk like you see in every second hand store, it's on fire, there's a cold blue fire flickering around it's a foot on the base, I'm wondering if I've kept any liquor in the drawer that might have started this, trying to put it out...
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And so, fragments of dreams poorly recalled and that make little sense.
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I'm at home with my family, younger sister, it's a new house, Calgary-ish, and we're surrounded by storms. Looking out the windows - every direction, South, East, North, Tornadoes, you can see them emerging from the rain, sometimes 6, 7, 8 together, then the rain closing in and they disappear, little gaps in the clouds illuminate them in yellow/gold hues, then dark ribbons that wind and twist from earth to sky.
I've got my cell phone, am taking as many pictures as I can, am calling my Mother over to see, my sister, she's annoying me, every time I point them out she gets a better picture than me...
Every window looks out onto a prairie landscape, now, a high-rise under construction, being shredded, girders coming down, a suburban house nearby is being torn apart, someone flies past the window in a dumpster swinging on a rope, these tornadoes are getting close and I pull away from the window, head towards the center of the house...
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I'm in a white room with Ari & her boyfriend, it's a hotel, he's sitting on the bed, looking away, not talking. The lights, they're too bright, there's no décor, just bright lights, Ari, she's wearing a black bustier, there's another one on the floor, she's trying to talk to me earnestly but I don't understand a word she's saying...
Now, outside, I'm in Revelstoke, not Revelstoke, it's a snowy night and I'm out walking in the snow by a long high building...
I go inside, upstairs, it's a Biere-Hause of sorts, Austrian, there are tons of people, busy, and I find myself in the Kitchen - where I meet Rossi from the old restaurant, I didn't know he was back, it's good to see him. Hugs, he's telling me he's just back for the season and I'm trying to think of a way to get him to stay until summer, the place is busy, busy, crazy busy...
I leave, a long walk through a bleak and snowy landscape and I'm trying to find the too-bright hotel room again, walking, I'm in Revelstoke not Revelstoke, it appears a bit like the strip of 9th Ave in Calgary that runs alongside the railway, it's a spiritual desert, a winter wasteland here...