last night i had a long dream about this swap meet flea market sale that was taking place in a mansion in california. i remember that even though it was in an underground bunker basement-type place, it still felt immense and spacious, sort of like the snake pit scene in indiana jones; raiders of the lost ark, when he's trying to escape.
i remember a chocolate making machine, and how i dipped my thumb into a part of the machine where the chocolate was finished with all of the processing, and it was just mixing and churning in this small cauldron-shaped part, exposed and bubbling. i accidentally broke free a small domino-sized piece of ceramic material, and the owner of the machine/swap meet said that i owed him a million dollars cause i broke it, but i didn't and walked upstairs.
then i'm in the old albany pool building. it's dank and murky through the main offices, but i can see shafts of sunlight coming in through the tall mottled bottleglass thick windows of the mens changing room. through a small hole through the cashier's desk, i can see the gleaming blue-green waters of the pool sparkling and swaying.
and then i wake up, and i'm back here. back in the present with my body sore and the winds thrashing the windows and roof. is sounds like the storms of the banshees wailing and screeching above and all around me, and i'm not sure what i'm going to do at all today.
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