dream

Mike and Tim had a house together just off of the hill. I went down there for help with fixing my bike. On the way I heard rumors of an article Tim had written for the Peak: it was “why Punte Alan is the greatest place on hearth” (and by Punte Allen, he meant SFU). It was a beautiful article that made everyone at SFU believe that they lived in paradise. It probably helped that the clouds and sky were dramatically good looking that day.
Mike was surprised to see me, but very kind; he gave me some cornflakes and strange potato patties to eat while he worked on the bike. Tim was either not around or upstairs. I wasn’t feeling particularly comfortable or welcome, and the feeling increased when D arrived. But he was also ambivalent to my presence. I assumed that everything was subdued because of the Peak article and the beauty of the sky.
Mike finished with the bike and I rode it back up to the school.

many dreams

Jan 28, 2007
I was hanging out with my old band.  We went to a sort of tourist spot with lots of rock formations.  There were many different chutes to go down and explore; sometimes holes connected them.  Though I was with the band I was wandering around by myself mostly, looking for some contemplative time.  I left my backpack down one chute thinking that I could get it through a hole, but I couldn’t; someone helped return the bag to me.  I went down one chute that entered into a chamber with an office and two displays.  Two people “discussed intensely” in the office as I looked at the displays.  Every so often they looked at me, not with foreboding, but more with curiosity.  When one of the office people left, the other woman came out to talk to me.  She was a bit of a diva and shared some of her opinions of the other person with me.  I played with the displays; one had a little shelf for a laptop.  The diva woman told me the laptop was another man’s, and made some comments on why they had chosen this particular laptop for him.  The other parts of the display were intricately carved wood.
The scene changed to a committee meeting including the diva woman and the other people associated with her office.  All of the women were topless.  The meeting was in the same chamber; Arnold Schwarzeneggar arrived in it and went into shock over what he saw.  He had an exhibition the next day; one of his tricks was to lift a huge barrel water cooler over his head and drink from it.  He was shaky, and commentators mentioned how out of form this was.  His chest was only half waxed, and badly, and mentally he just wasn’t there.

Jan 27, 2007
I was shopping for a cell phone.  Street stalls were outside, like in Delhi.  The shop was bright and I was excited and nervous.

Jan 26, 2007
I went snowboarding with a friend.  We sat watching a movie afterward, on a communal couch somewhere.  A new coworker of his entered the room and sat on the other side of me.  He started flirting with me, which bothered my friend; he said “You know how I feel from before.  Do what you want with that information.”  I gave his arm a hug.  The man was rugged and handsome, but too insistent.  He and my friend decided to prove themselves by performing some car mechanics.  My friend said something about choosing between someone with more experience (him) and someone with some different characteristic.  I felt turned off by his coworker’s grotesquely large thighs (which seemed to be growing).

Jan 23, 2007
G shaved his head.  I loved it.

Jan 22, 2007
Dream
It was my birthday.  Some friends and I went snowboarding, and afterward we made cookies.  We were going to watch a movie; it was someplace between the Cineplex Odeon on 33 South and State and my living room at home.  But Baby and G weren’t there.  So I tried to call them; I had to go down to the front desk of the Odeon to use the phone.  I could smell the popcorn.  I couldn’t get get ahold of G, and I wasn’t too worried about it, but I really wanted to talk to Baby (for some reason I didn’t called him).  I wasn’t incredibly concerned about my birthday, but I was happy to be with my friends.  I had to pee so badly, but I knew the movie had already started (7:30).  I went to the downstairs bathroom of my house.

Dream on the plane (Jan 20, 2007)
We were in India.  The fieldschool girls and I went to a ghat or “town hall” by the ocean, where we were going to watch the sun rise.  The colors were amazing – rich red, glowing blue, surrounded by black and gold.  Brett was a phenomenal fiddler and needed to practice; people encouraged me to practice as well.  I got out my pipes but my reed wasn’t working so well.  I tried another reed, though both were brown and old looking.  Trying to play, the pipes still weren’t working well at all, and when I took my chanter out again the reed turned out to be made for a ritar.  I set my pipes down on a table to figure out how I could make them work.  After I had adjusted the reed situation, I discovered that the people around me had completely dissected my pipes… all the stocks had been untied, and the bag cover was off.  I was devastated.  I didn’t know if I could fix them in time to play with Brett.  As I tried, another instrumentalist came through – the timbre sounded like bagpipes, but when I looked at the instrument, it was constructed of two strings on a huge wooden contraption.
Somehow I fixed the pipes, tuned them, and ready to go I went outside to find Brett.  Despite the beautiful sunrise, it was still dark outside.  Brett was tired and sleeping in her chair, and I roused her when I touched her shoulder.  She seemed reluctant to play (should have happened long ago).

dream

I was in high school, going between English classes. It seems I was confused about which class I should be in, but I liked both teachers and hoped they wouldn’t notice so that I could continue learning from both.
Glimpses of home and trouble brewing.
My very good friend Nebnimaj died – he was sick, and his girlfriend and old roommate were taking care of him. They joked about his illness until it started to turn for the worse, and a few hours later he passed away, in the arms of the people he loved. She and I had a walk and a talk a few days later, and in my devastated state I was impressed at how grounded she was. I was holding back.

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I went hiking in the Himalayas with an ex-boyfriend. I had forgotten my sleeping bag and ground cloth, but the scenery was so beautiful I didn’t want to go back. Periodically we came across pet cemetaries with colorful tombstones.
I woke up a little and tried to get back into the dream with my gear, but it didn’t really work.

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I was at my cousin’s house, planning on what I should bring to India.  The house was different, taking up the block with a huge garden, several different cottages, and a surrounding wall.  There was a lake I went down to periodically to “get away”; my immediately family wasn’t getting along so well.  There was a sense of something mysterious and somewhat dangerous going on.
In India, I still had so much on my list to do.  I didn’t know where to go, but I could see the entire country in all of its biogeoclimatic zoned glory.
A map of the US had been divided into a W and an M, like a discontinuous world map represented by an orange peel.  We students of the New Map didn’t know if it was a brand new “more accurate” projection of North America or if there was some civil unrest going on and the states were going to be split up.

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I was doing a project in which I had to practice and photograph in the gymnasium. The gymnasium was a sort of mix between West’s new gym and the contemporary arts dance room, and I had to strategize how to use it when no one else was. On the way inside I had to pass a “camp” lunching on picnic tables. Because I was doing something out of the ordinary, and sort of stuck out, I felt like I needed to entertain the campers. It seemed to be working; I think they all thought I was goofy but I was happy with the response.

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The pipe band organization had a parade, so we all gathered on the side of the street. The street sloped and had a short wall on the side to lean and sit on. I saw a grade 1 drummer and a grade 1/2 drummer go off to a grade 1 meeting to discuss music changes. I wondered why nobody told me about this meeting and decided I wasn’t really invited. When the two drummers returned I tried to be nonchalant and cheerful, but I felt a little insecure. For some reason I had my laptop with me, and I asked for the grade 1 drummer’s email because I hadn’t been able to send her my mass xmas email; she gave it to me and I wrote her a message saying hi.
After a while the bands started separating. I went to my old band; the pipe major was there and a few other members. But they pulled out trumpets and trombones, and my pipes seemed to have an extra stock. I thought I had forgotten my blowpipe. I took a cab away from the site, and picked up a drunk Nathalie along the way. She curled up in the fetal position and slept. I had the impression that we were in India.
For some reason I had to get out of the cab. I left in a rush and jumped on a boat travelling along a street canal the other way. On a platform of the boat I talked briefly with a hobo, who had a big nalgene bottle with orange flagging attached and a note about nestweb. He said he’d picked it up in the woods and described a site I recognized from the summer. It made me smile.
I realized I’d left my pipes in the cab. I didn’t know where the cab had gone, but I got off the boat and tried to go the other way, hoping the drunk Nathalie had picked the pipes up.