Category Archives: Dreams

Demolition

I came into the world at 6:00 AM on a rainy, Summer morning in June. I was born in a Calgary Hospital which was destined to be demolished twenty years later in order to make way for some “kick-ass condos” … Continue reading

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Between Memory and Dream

All of the memories I’ve recorded thus far are conventional remembrances. But there are also visions poking around in the back of my mind which are cut from an entirely different sort of fabric. These memories, detached from tangible reality, … Continue reading

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Gay Paris

Our plane touched down in Paris just after sunset, which meant we couldn’t see the city so much as it’s dimly lit outline through a veil of soft rain. She’d been before, I hadn’t. She had been waiting for almost … Continue reading

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3.0

Suddenly a bump, a surge under foot. We look around for a sign that what we felt was real and we ask the others if they felt it too. Most of them didn’t. They tell us that we are just … Continue reading

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Teeth

It had been several months since Monique had been to this place.  The sequins and strange light seemed a distant memory to her by now. Her neck tightened and her jaw clenched immediately.  She reached for something to hold on … Continue reading

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Word of Mouth

It started off as a small lump just under my tongue. I remember the day I first felt it. It was a Sunday; we were at Burger King. We’d just got the kids settled into their places and I took … Continue reading

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At Dawn, My Lover Comes to Me and Tells Me of Her Dreams, With No Attempts to Shovel a Glimpse Into the Ditch of What Each One Means

Strange, apocalyptic dreams last night.  Awoke several times, fully rested by 5:30, but slept until 8:14, anyways.  The first dream was about birds.  Not crows, as I might expect, but big, ugly seagulls that dropped their shit strategically.  I was … Continue reading

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