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Dim like all my dreams, browny colour. An old train station, trains parked, dry and dusty, past there, a body of water like a lake. This 1800s themed quiet brothel there. It’s my birthday but I’m very grumpy. There with Monika, Maria and Jord, and Genna Sabourin. “Grey oily squiggle” to get in and you can only get in once, but I leave to smoke weed. To get my weed there’s stairs and stuff in the mall so I’m like fuck it and go back. A guy lets me back in as an exception. There’s a bar (all wooden here) I ask for water, a shot of vodka and a vodka cran. I go try and find people. My mom’s there with some boif- (brothel area behind, corridors of rooms). Maria left. I change the first three digits of my phone number to 938. I’m standing on a road by the exit. Monika stands over me, she is gigantic and in a big monkey costume and pisses on me from above. It’s a thing there, you get monkey peed on if you’re being mean or bad. I say something smart like you peed on me because I’m hurting inside.

/ A house by a field. Phil comes to stand beside me. I’m like hey, he doesn’t say anything, I’m like you can’t speak? He mouths no. A family group is dragging my rug through the snow to picnic on, I go over to stop them and drag it back. In my basement room, away from daily attention, a hamster cage with several little neglected creatures. I try to save them, dunk their little furry bodies in water to get them to drink, a little orange kitten, some are already dead, my fingers trying to release them harms them.

/ Pearl and a tiny black kitten- I’m trying to get them into a case, like a carrier. Outside a fox quickly swallows the kitten. I pull the kitten out of the fox’s throat, it looks dead. I try to revive it. Water in the case; the fox and kitten have weird stuff at their mouths. They are suffering and going to die.

In a hotel room, looks like a cabin. I’m trying to get all my stuff out last minute as usual. There’s a coffin, jewelry box, dollhouse, canister of film, all of which belonged to like, mom/grandma/great grandma (vague) feeling of discovery/preciousness. I’m asking the nice hotel girl for more time, arguing about the security of my stuff. Living room, kitchen and hallways are dark wood. Bathroom at the back end of the hall small and bright. There’s a space facing the living room area like a funeral viewing, bright, clean. A coffin in there…a guy’s corpse specially mummified so it seems alive, on a chain by the neck he can walk to the edge of that space. Around the back bedroom/closet there’s two girls looking through my things and taking stuff, I kick them out. Someone in the bathroom at the end of the hall, hiding, handicapped or something. 2 moonstones, crinoline in the toilet. A brief chaos where there’s a bunch of violent zombies we have to stab in the eyes to kill, we manage it. Other zombies hidden throughout the place emerge here and there. (Light guns?) Sleeping zombie heads shrivelled and brown cover the floor and I’m grossed out as we stab them all preemptively before they wake up.

The library- Edmonton, brick building, very large. (Played with dolls). Looking at books in the children’s section. One is a graphic novel about an evil spirit.

Carrying my books I explore upstairs. Dimly lit heavily like a black yellow haze but not in the air, in the lighting. Upstairs there is a priest’s living quarters. A half-dome shaped room with a window that looks down to the library entrance, old paper shades drawn. Kind of messy, mattress and blankets on the floor. I’m waiting for the priest to come back or…hanging out in here until he gets back. There is a scary ghoul. Like a skinny, yellowing weird guy, some kind of bad spirit. He keeps coming in and out. Escalating. Standing together, he is putting black pins in my genital area. When the haunting is over I take them out.

Leaving, deciding which books to take. Old paintings in the hallway like strewn haphazardly. The priest is drinking (at his computer desk?) his secretary is too.

At Jess and Ben’s, telling them about my spirit book. Mushing plasteceine to try and make the ghoul.

Somewhere in a quiet and sunny town. I’m renting the basement in some lady’s house and working at a local safeway, which is small and slow kind of like a 711. I’m with a coworker, at the desk, closing up, taking the cash up to the office, saying bye for the night.

Back at the basement place, I’m sticking my head up through a hole in the vanity trying to squish through to the top floor.

There is a big grassy field beside this house. House is grey plastic siding. I am aware that I’ve killed a man somewhere around here, and that’s part of why I’m living here, I’m kind of on the run. I’m trying to write a letter to the landlady, it’s kind of an intro/plea for grace.

Other- break time go downstairs, dark brown/orange brick room like an 70s subway.

On the slow end of Whyte on the other side of the tracks, a dim video store/ rental place. Liam and Jess work there, and there’s an old guy who owns it. One room, round white desk in the middle, shelves along the wall. Entrance to the back area at the back right, a small rectangular and tall space with a kitchen, a table, and lots of plants growing by the window. It’s our escape window? Image of Jess and Liam climbing out it. I’m newly hired.

I’m excited to try out for the Beyoncé music video at WEM. Beyonce is like, at the front demonstrating and there’s a film crew and stuff. We’re in a big shallow pool, square shape. Doing dances, I’m having fun, but I’m not getting picked. Other stuff at the mall: A girl with wax art, coffin-bag kit with swan earring and some shrooms in tin foil. Bought some art made with a “something” (can’t remember word, short word) -shrub tip. Guards with zappers.

-remember pirate ship boat ride after hours

Liz left me some things after a Boogie Patrol show. Rotten Dan baked a fancy loaf of bread. Typical of bathroom dreams I’m in an open stall, some popular girls watching a movie in the next stall over as I’m trying to wipe, shit gets on the floor, the bread is on the floor too, shit gets on the bread.

A mansion belonging to someone who got rich in the 80s. Full of nostalgia, memorabilia. I’m there to steal. There are other people there. I murder three by suffocation. The basement 70s-ish tan carpet + wood cupboards pull-out style with tapes. A basement room sparsely furnished in a cold light. A bed- like, particle board wood, queen, in the middle of the left wall, I opened a book, it wouldn’t stop playing. -A records collection down there. James Brown face down on the bed, I’m straddling him and suffocating him. It’s hard trying to kill him like this, but he was kind of drunk too? (Fully clothed). I’m trying to stay hidden from the other guests here.

Here the dream kind of gets closer to this other dream in my memory- in a crowded basement (like, crowded with stuff), located through a door like would be in a house but accessed from a more formal business/mall type hallway. Downstairs is all this stuff, left behind from when people were partying down there. “old pool table, black chalk, two piggy banks I empty for change”.

Back to the other dream, James Brown’s room. I thought he was dead but he gets up off the bed and stumbles away calmly. There’s another room down there, “lace- veiled corpse of a child beside a mother on the bed”. I’m shocked and leave that area. Trying to hide by turning off lights and piling clothes on myself in closets and cupboards. Going outside I see Bob Dylan, he is disappointed in me, I go back in. Then it seems the house is more vacant, main floor and upstairs, like it went back in time to its contemporary era and I’m a lady of the house. Flash- vanity in the main room, but I’m at the vanity in the side room, I’m putting on 1800s make up, opening drawers and checking out the stuff not putting things back neatly. Some suitor guy is there waiting but he can’t see me getting ready.

remember- Currie’s basement old carnival rides-

There’s a big industrial basement, like if a palace janitor area was 90s. Dusty, warm yellow-ish colour, bare appliances. A small kitchen area like a diner kitchen, a bit obscure from my view as I’m crawling around in the ceiling with air ducts and electrical. Am I exploring, spying, or trying to get out without being seen?