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- Written by: Rod Boyle
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I'm in line to see a play. Red velvet walls with sculptures inset into niches, a formal atmosphere, a small gathering of people. I recognize a couple of girls, don't know how or from where, we make eye contact, glance away, it's a bit awkward...
They begin to allow people in to be seated, and I pop outside for a final cigarette...
I find an exit, go out, pull out my cigarettes and one flies off the balcony down below, there's a black guy, across from the balcony, hinting he's going to get it, I tell him not to worry, looking over the balcony it's several stories to the bottom, a many-storied mall of sorts, he's making some sort of to-do as if my cigarette was lit and starting a fire, so I find a route down and begin to look for it...
...down and down, inter-crossing stairways, it's a maze of sorts this, and I run into Michael J. Fox, and we're talking and walking and I'm a bit distracted, he's a pretty nice guy, or he's warmed to me because I'm recognizing him not for his celebrity...
...and then around a corner and I'm in a multi-storied mall, filled with amusement acardes and barkers, I'm obviously a bit lost because one of the barkers in the center of the mall and sees me and says "Looking for the movie - Last Exit to Uxborough? It's just straight ahead in Phase 2"...and I get that it's a burn, Phase 2 of the mall is miles away, and nobody wants to see Last Exit to Uxborough and as I'm walking past I can still here him and his friends loudly laughing, they think they've sent this tourist on a wild goose chase in the wrong direction, and I get annoyed and go back, and say..."At least I'm not working in a mall..." and now they're a bit annoyed...
...there's a couple of slender stairwells that lead up to a glass faced world-health center, by slender I mean a few inches wide, going up narrowly and letting myself in a small glass porthole, I'm lost, have missed the play, and there seems to be no escaping this mall...
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- Written by: Rod Boyle
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...one dream into another, the first, forgotten. The Second, I am in a cave, a sort of underground secret lair filled with retro electronic equipment, tubes, etc, there are desks, behind one a fat man in a suit is telling me that he can't work out this puzzle in front of me on a desk....
...it's a game of sorts above a retro gaming console I guess, there are 5 pieces, the one in the center is in position, the others, shaped like crystals of Titanite, are lying loosely around it. I play with the pieces, they snap into place, form a line, magnets beneath the console hold them...
...then, from a secret door behind the desk, a metal porticullis opens and a woman comes out in medieval armour, she's here to kill me...quickly I grab a sword and run it through her, at which point she grabs her chest and begins to scream, light from her mouth, she's pregnant now and I can see her full belly, i realize it was a trap, the end of the game, the Titanite crystals unlocked the final chapter in this virtual world, the fat man in a suit behind me didn't want to risk solving, and before the portcullis closes I throw both her and him down and watch them descending into the passageways beneath...I'm feeling bad about killing her, but it wasn't my game...
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- Written by: Rod Boyle
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(An aborted sleep at a rest-stop after an aborted trip with the daughter...)
I'm in traffic, collecting money stuck to cars, my car, there's a local radio station giving it away, it's stuck to their bumper, there's a traffic jam, a pile of Canadian dollars, stuck to their car (my car?), I peel it off, take for myself, there's another pile and I take it off and give it away...
They don't like this, the local radio station, but never-mind and there's more stuck to their bumper and I peel it off and take it for myself, give some away...
(Rest Stop. A scant 1 hour of sleep, the daughter doesn't like it. can't sleep without the drone of the car and the breeze through the window, scarcely has it begun than she wakes me to leave, 31 hour drive on 1 hour sleep...)
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A hodge podge of dreams that made little sense...
I'm standing at a center at the base of Mt. Shasta, it's early, I'm here with m y daughter to climb it. There's some sort of stairway to the top, like for Mt. Fuji or Kilimanjaro, and a couple of old men are coming down out of the mist, crankily discussing the problems with the new generation.
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In an old old house, trying to clean things up for the people that live there, I'm getting disgusted, there are little frogs, leopard and rain-forest bright red poison dart frogs hopping around limply on the carpet, looking for their terrarium, water, something to eat, and I'm offended with all this abuse and am going to leave when the bosses nephew shows up and tells me he has their container, a 4 sided chamber with round compartments for each of the animals...
...Now a door, into the terrarium, I open it and inside I see a bear with 4 stuffed toy wolf pups, on leashes, there's the real wolf pup on the ground by the center and I see that it's been half eaten by the bear and I understand that the bear would eat anything that wasn't his, the restaurant owner's in the room, in a temper, and he's leaving, heading for the door with the bear, I close it and make my escape, down flights of stairs, deeper into the house, deliberately choosing a non-obvious route for my flight, looking for an exit, I'm leaving...
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I'm in London not London, the abundant tubes leading out of the city, travelling around but I'm not recognizing any of it, none of it at all, it's not as I remembered...
I find a large vacant lot, much of it torn up by excavators, half of an old building still standing, it reminds me curiously of the new condo developments near the Hillhurst Community Center...
...Anyways, I have permission to be here, going in amongst the big piles of dirt being excavated I can see the giant ends of old books buried in the mud, I climb the hill and begin to pull out the books, I'm free to salvage what I can...
...the first find, giant, old pages, 200 pages at least, and I pull it from the muck and read the words and I'm thinking it's by Salman Rushdie, that can't be, this is far older than him, some odes to Satan or some such, not time to read, work is off for today but they're not stopping for me...I take it down the hill to a table I've set up, there's a cute blonde there and I'm showing her what I've found, I don't know her but she's agreeable and interested...
...Back up, into the muddy hillside, pulling out more books....and then I'm inside the tenement building, what hasn't yet been torn down, there's books here as well, odds and endments, some CD's, games I recognize from my previous life and I'm annoyed they've been left here, bits of me I'd forgotten about, there's an old book, about (???), and another, I'm pulling it apart, handwritten, a curiosity, scrapbook of somebodies life, handwritten and illustrated with artworks, and around every letter written in the book there's a picture or a story written, there are decoupage and paintings and other trifles of the authors life (a she, I'm presuming), I'm trying to date it, guess when she lived and wrote it, I'm convinced it's valuable, priceless, but I'm in a hurry, I resolve merely to gather it beneath the covers of another old book, I can discover it later, there's an antique typewriter, with a large brass screen above an ugly 50's keyboard and the logo "Royale" written in Gold letters, unplugging the typewriter (and someone is telling me there's a sheet of paper inside, between the brass screens, I don't check it, there's no time) I see the light fading beautifully behind the "Royale" logo, from between the screens where the sheet of paper is, I can do something with this, I will take it with me, to an airport with the books and ship them back to Canada before I go to Europe...