I'm working at a department store. An Asian couple comes to my till. I comment on their choices of clothing, noting that each piece is either blue or yellow if not both. I inquire as to wether they are from Knappa. They say know and laugh. We carry on a whimsical conversation. They are very nice.
A strange man sits beside me on the bench. I am very uncomfortable being so close to him. He's very large, towering over me. I regret being nice to him earlier in the day. I walk off down the street and notice a very handsom man driving in a truck near me. I check to see if I look decent.
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Friday, July 15, 2011
Up
I'm preparing to board a plane. I'm waiting and there are many people around me. Where I wait, a large outdoor market is commencing. I spot a particular vendor that is selling fruits from Africa. They are the oddest delicasies I've seen. I taste one fruit that resembles a gourd shaped kiwi. The fruit is a vibrant yellow. It tastes like a banana.
We board the plane, which is the size of a small mansion. There are recliners and beds. I'm happy to see that someone has bought a large quantity of the African fruit for the journey. A woman asks me to hold her baby. The baby is very quiet and content. Smiling and laughing as I throw her into the air and catch her.
I'm in a shop that sells various foods and whatnots. I'm still on the plane. I talk with the boy at the check out stand and he asks me for my number. I head over to the steps and I see a display of hot dogs and buns. The buns are $0.40 and the hot dogs are $.0.80. I figure I have just enough to buy one of each. I decide to split it with him. I go upstairs to get my money and she informs me that all havoc has been unleashed. The current scenario is playing out like a twisted horror movie. People on the plane are becoming possessed by some demon-like spirit. Everyone is very afraid. Suddenly it seems the only answer is to leave. I notice and open door and run to it. When I'm outside I begin to walk. I see a gate. I think to myself, "If I make it past that gate, everything will be okay." I am successful.
We board the plane, which is the size of a small mansion. There are recliners and beds. I'm happy to see that someone has bought a large quantity of the African fruit for the journey. A woman asks me to hold her baby. The baby is very quiet and content. Smiling and laughing as I throw her into the air and catch her.
I'm in a shop that sells various foods and whatnots. I'm still on the plane. I talk with the boy at the check out stand and he asks me for my number. I head over to the steps and I see a display of hot dogs and buns. The buns are $0.40 and the hot dogs are $.0.80. I figure I have just enough to buy one of each. I decide to split it with him. I go upstairs to get my money and she informs me that all havoc has been unleashed. The current scenario is playing out like a twisted horror movie. People on the plane are becoming possessed by some demon-like spirit. Everyone is very afraid. Suddenly it seems the only answer is to leave. I notice and open door and run to it. When I'm outside I begin to walk. I see a gate. I think to myself, "If I make it past that gate, everything will be okay." I am successful.
The Game
Maya and I are in a house. Mom. This house is long and narrow. There is a yellow white lighting to the place like there are a lot of lamps overhead and about. It is crowded and cluttered. We are playing a game. I cannot recall how we entered the game but there is a dark, authoritative figure present and the game begins. We are chased and harassed by two huge dogs. Like pit bull, greyhound, wolf hybrids. They have snarling teeth and dirty mugs. We are scratched and bitten but never mortally or even severely wounded. I spot a large stuffy sofa below and open window. I look to a bite/scratch on my finger and see it bloody and bubbling with pus. Out the window is another row type house and and average neighborhood. Now I am lucidly aware that this is very much got the feel of my birth house on Alberta. We jump out the window onto the stuffy chair.
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