March 9th, 2007


A dream and odorous writing

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         I've not much to report today. I've been on the bus a couple of times this week. Monday I went out to do battle with the bureaucracy and wound up buying a cell phone if you'll recall. Tangentially, the guy that sold me the phone, Dave, buttonholed me in Ace hardware Wednesday night and wanted to chat. He's a friendly guy, but I sort of wonder about him. I like the guy, but it seemed he was just chatting up random people at the hardware store. SEP (somebody else's problem) as Douglas Adams would say.

         Today's excursion was nearly as bureaucratic, and less eventful. I went to H&R Block to have my taxes done. There are doubtless cheaper solutions, but I just haven't got the mental acuity to do them on my own any more. I got there and found I had left countless necessary components behind, so it will have to be done over tomorrow. I hope both my taxes and my sister's can be completed there tomorrow with minimal hassles.

         After stopping at Block, I wandered to the grocery store half a block away. There I found sushi. Grocery store sushi, but "Any sushi is better than no sushi", say I. That provided my lunch along with a diet pepsi "jazz" which is caramel cream flavoured according to the label. I am not at all certain what its flavour is, but it is exceedingly sweet. It might make a good float or shake or something, but I don't think it is meant to simply be drunk.

         I dreamt yesterday in the afternoon. Maybe one of those Otherkin dreams, but who knows. It fits the pattern. I dreamed I was walking through a dimly lit forest. It seemed to be virgin forest, and extremely ancient. The trees were enormous and the underbrush was thin, sparse because of the dim light at ground level. The earth was spongy, muddy, and tended to clump up around my feet. The texture of the earth was not leafy as I would have expected, but much like fresh-tilled earth, or even coffee grounds. My feet sank deep with every step and I felt like I was slogging through a marsh. I was hurrying the entire time I dreamed. I felt pressed to reach some location, but I don't remember knowing what that location was. I would sometimes see piles of stone, in clearings in the forest, but I avoided these. They had the look of huts or enclosures of some sort. None of them seemed big enough for me, but might have been barely adequate for some sort of animal. I walked on and on, pausing at a stream to drink then to lie briefly in the water. The environment was not warm by an means, it seemed almost wintry, but the cold water was pleasant to me. Eventually I reached some higher ground. I climbed low foothills that fronted some mountains to my right, and from them I could look out over a long, deep river valley. The sun was setting and it made the river, which was wide and very old from the way it serpentined across the valley floor, a ribbon of brilliant orange. There were boats on the river and at the far side of the valley I saw what might have been a village or even a town. I couldn't see clearly, there was some mist in the valley, and the distance was considerable. I didn't feel glad to see the town, it was not my destination. Indeed, it may have been a hindrance, but I headed downhill toward it. I just barely cleared the trees and reached the level valley floor when I woke.

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