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A victim of sleep paralysis he wakes in a hypnopompic state, subject to terrifying nightmares, then recreates and photographs them.
Very good.
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A family dinner, Kootenays, outside - my father, mother, younger son and daughter are here, fading sun, outdoors at a long table, ...So is N*** and her daughter, somewhere, taller, but her boyfriend isn't. That would have been awkward. And mom is running the grill at the end of the table, she's cooking the sprouts, the bananas, piling it on my plate but the eggs and the bacon are raw, and I don't want to make a scene, keep giving it back for her to cook, she won't let me near it, I keep getting the same thing back, cooked sprouts, bananas, raw eggs and raw bacon...
I tell the boy to shove down, it's now me on the long end of the table, beside the boy, my father is beside him, N*** is at the head, Mom is busy not-cooking the food and N***'s daughter and my daughter aren't to be seen, and I ask her "Is this how you eat your eggs now, raw?" and she nods quietly yes...I eat my food.
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It's a few days before Easter, I'm visiting my father, in the ghetto, his house-not-his-house, old, I see my daughter off on the bus and yell out my love, I'll see her in a few days...
He's annoyed at my yelling after her, we argue, he's angry, I tell him I'll damn well do as I please with my kid...
...Inside, the house is old, big, the carpet is worn out, trying to find a bedroom to set my stuff...I find it, there's a slushy pile of snow at the door to it, inside, ...
...there's lots of people here, people from the hood, younger girls, men, they stay here, on the stoop, drinking, one of the girls has an apron in which she's got a bottle of mint flavored vodka, I'm disgusted, go to my room, by good fortune find a small micky I didn't finish, congratulate my luck (when does that happen?), pour myself a drink...
...all these bedrooms, they're filled with people I don't know from the hood....my dad tells me he bought the restaurant, - THE RESTAURANT - and I can expect that while I'm staying here - there won't be any more closing or napping in the afternoon...it'll be open all day...until 1:30 in the morning...12 hours, 14 a day, I'm not happy with this, more words...
He's not so happy, I don't know why he bought the restaurant, he knows nothing about the business...there is a small, slender Asian woman there, she has some interest in the restaurant...
My bedroom, too bright light, stuff messy upon the dresser. I finish my vodka, am a little bit drunk...
...I go out, into the street, watch, there's a short parade, it's late, maybe 10 PM, still light out, I walk past all the street people who live here on the stoop, inside, walking the hood...there's a car, driving in circles, no driver, it's not going too fast...I jump in, try to stop it...pull the gear shift and it comes off in my hand, 4 big guys come around the corner, young, chasing it, together we stop it, push it up against a wall...I laugh, tell them that's what to expect with Yugo's (the make of the car...), they laugh, speak with thick Russian accents, tell me they're Russian and ask me if I'm OK with that, I am, I assure them...
Onward, there are markets in the street, it's a beautiful day, lots is for sale, curious, everything open at Easter...I find what I need...some linen, fine ivory and cream floral patterned tablecloths, 5 of them, have them wrapped up...
...another car, no driver, runaway, aimlessly driving in circles on the road...
...walking home I recognize Uncle P** - the ignored side of the family, walking with Uncle J**, then others of my cousins and uncles passing, it's a reunion of sorts, no, one of the heavily bearded, short, red-headed cousins, I don't remember his name, he got married, they don't recognize me, I'm surprised, I didn't know...
...it's raining now, garage sales have folded, there's stuff getting wet on the street, soaked, marked "sold" - to be picked up later, but now it's spoiled, a deflated basket ball, other rubbish,...
I get home, some of the cousin's are there, somebody - one I recognize, has given me a metal detector, a good one, left it on my dresser, there are now sleeping bags on the bedroom floor, with the family reunion and all the strangers on the stoop it looks like I'll be sharing the bedroom, talking to Dad - he's in a better mood, the restaurant, it's not doing so well, he's concerned...his Asian friend or partner, she's telling me I should have bought her some chopsticks or something to celebrate the opening of the restaurant...
***(Discombobulating, strange, weird...not a good dream, but curious)
A Sunday night, working at the restaurant-not-the-restaurant, back, they asked me to work a day, the nephew, the new Chinese owners made it into Italian again, a busy night, everything is rearranged, different, and I can't seem to get it together, we're busy, large tables, walk-ins, there's the nephew, busy, a short Chinese waitress, the owner, a tall thin man who says nothing, does nothing, everything I touch is breaking, the glasses - long flutes, delicate, slender stems, holding 8 in my hand but if they move even the tiniest bit they shatter, walk-ins of 10 people telling us they have reservations, coming back later, an early rush...
...I make it through the night, the nephew tells me I can't return, I have to work here until Thursday, 4 more days, and I don't think I can do it...
***(the dreams didn't improve over the course of the evening, but the theme remained consistent...So it goes...)
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Nighttime, in the city, don't know which city, a big city. Walking home along a cobbled sidewalk and I've picked up a follower, dark, steel grey dog with black spots, medium height, short hair, sleek and lean, a very handsome mongrel. He's (?) following me, and I'm not in the mood, beside the sidewalk there's a sunken lane or alley, I grab the dog, duck under the rail and gently lower it the 2 or three feet to the lane...
...the dog merely jumps back up and continues to follow me, I repeat this, 2, 3 times, the dog always jumping up to resume following me, finally, the lane beside the sidewalk descends too deep for me to lower the dog without fear of injuring him, and now he follows me home...
...home, in my armchair, the dog loyally sitting at my side, growling at anybody that comes near...
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I'm in the trailer for the next Hogwarts movie. A giant wave, dimly flickering blue within, outlining the shapes of the magical sea creatures within, is moving in and around Hogwarts, Judi Dench is watching with a severe look upon her face, there are going to be problems for sure...
...Walking along the ramparts the waves are beginning to crest the tops, a trickle of water slowly making it's way over the mortar to trickle down the wall, looking at the waves off in the distance I don't think this is going to last long...
...with the boy Potter, going down the stairs beneath the waves into the castle, witches, dark flitting shadows, are darting in the arrowslits, marking pickaxes upon the wall, I find one and rub it out with my sleeve, I'm sure they're up to no good, boy Potter exclaims "They're looking for Treasure", and I look at him, he's a bit young for this, shouldn't he have aged a bit, and just like Keanu Reeves he grows up in front of me, lean and weathering, like a new action hero, he means business...