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it began with me facing a huge excavation, deep pit on the ground, the teeth-marks from the excavator are still visible in the clay...
...as are any number of Egyptian Hieroglyphs, giant, carved or impressed into the mud/clay walls of the pit, this is to be a dam, this is the reservoir, they're just expanding it, making it bigger...
...and I'm explaining to whoever I'm with that probably we don't want to sleep on the edge of it, at least until they've filled it with water...
...and the excavator keeps digging, and in the banks of the reservoir open up caves, like the Anasazi used in our trip to Utah, and tombs and underground passages and cities that lead to places beyond what I can see....
Past the dam, a bunch of simple houses, brightly colored, built up like skyscrapers, one stacked upon the other, and pressing against one another forming as sort of bridge, a dozen or so brightly-colored houses bridging a deep valley, and I'm sitting in the middlemost one, with a girlfriend or my daughter (not sure, doesn't matter), we're trying to sleep, her head upon my chest, me explaining why I find this uncomfortable, not the head on my chest but the unsupported altitude, when the house breaks from it's supporting neighbor and falls, falls,...
...and I prepare myself for impact, for the hard-hitting death of the ground, when the house begins to slowly spring back upwards, it never hits the ground, and I quickly tumble out before it completes it's return, the row of houses, apparently, are threaded upon giant springs....
...and crawling out, find myself in a construction crawlspace, the half-story under the homes they fill with their rubbish, there are desk lamps, other bits of rubbish, and I'm going to have to crawl around to find an elevator to get out of here, I'm not hopeful, not from the half-story at least...
(Since arriving in the Kootenays I've had 2, 3 dreams per night, remembered, briefly, then forgot, none worth mentioning, this the only one that stayed with me...)
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...that my Uncle M*** and P** (both estranged) are in a white room, working on little dioramas, "Bow Tie Whales" they explain to me, and I can't understand, looking at what they've done, "Bow Whales? about 100 feet long" I ask, and they agree...
Now, in a submarine, following, harvesting, a diminishing school of fish, herded for us by the bow whales, time to surface, turn back, I suggest, there's an Asian woman, older, working the periscope, and she tells me that we are short our quota of 5 Bow Tie whales by - exactly - 5 Bow Tie whales, but I'm the captain and we can turn back if I insist...
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In a Stadium, or perhaps on the edges of a walled city, there's an older guy, late 20's, maybe early thirties, a skateboarder and magician, he's running around all charming, we're in a stairwell, it turn's out he's the boys brother...
...I look at K****, the boy's mother, she doesn't want to discuss it, then relents and explains to me that a few years before we met, in Montreal,...anyways, she doesn't like this child, though he seems well adjusted enough...
We're in the wall, around the city or the stadium, and the newfound brother takes off, he's got to do a show or something, and the boy and I are both perplexed, there are a lot of questions to be sure...
(remembered this a few hours after I woke, details are missing, peculiar dream...)
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(never in my life have I had so many unsettling restaurant dreams. Probably time it was over...)
I'm in the restaurant not the restaurant, more of a church, up the entry stairs and in the back of the church sitting in a booth there is the Royal Family. Young, pretty, I can't quite see them all, not the Royal Family I was imagining, no Queen Elizabeth, ... some of the regular customers, they've doffed their clothes - donned our outfits - construction jumpsuits, blue with hardhats, for a look, the visitors in the pew, they've all left, they'll be back in the afternoon for tea with the Royals...around me, everyone is making a big deal of grovelling on the floor, rolling around, I merely genuflect and turn to leave, they can barely see us anyways and what's the big deal? I gotta get out of this construction jumpsuit and into my work clothes...
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(Strange dreams as of late....put it down to the stress of moving)
#1 - I'm in an apartment or office building off of Jasper Avenue, Edmonton, maybe 10 stories, I'm taking the elevator but it disconnects from the building, falls over like a spring, and when it's swinging near to the ground I get out, decide to walk back to the building, take the stairs...
#2 - I've been working in an Alpine resort, high altitude, high in the mountains, lots of exposed timber and logs, leaving now and taking the long, winding road home...fall colors, leaves, the road is winding downhill about 30 miles ... I come to an icy slick in the middle of the road, embedded within it, some twigs, leaves, a rack of antlers from a moose and the associated skeleton...I get out to take some photos...
...against the escarpment, the road-cut, a mattress leaning, a blue tarp, I'm noticing something with the tarp, something is moving behind it, something...well, evil, and the tone of the dream changes, from behind the mattress appears D**, the daughter's mother, thin, face pinched, maybe dead, I'm not sticking around to find out and I'm searching for a way to get outa there...