I drew a map of Canada...

I pretend to be bored while here at home, but as I sit and stare at the 'to do before leaving country' list, I realize its about time I stop manufacturing idleness and begin actually crossing things off the list. I did some of that today.

to the dreamlog: Last night's dream was remarkably vivid, perhaps thank to the anti-malarial medication, which I'm instructed to take the same day every week until I return - that's over seven months of small hassle, not to mention a couple hundred bucks. Will Travers called today, said I should hang around with some Malaria-infected folks to make the hassle worthwhile. I suggested that I just sit naked in jungle swamp.

But back to the dream: a prominent figure was an RV which someone had left unlocked. I took a small electronic remote control out of it, it felt like one of those three-headed electric razors, which reminds me of a great Onion article (should you be interested. I"ve done the research for you. http://www.theonion.com/content/node/33930. I'm a hopeless tangentialist). So this contraption had a button to shoot water out the front of it, and also a lock/unlock for the RV. Whenever I tried to lock , water would seep out of the upholstery in various parts of the RV, so I'd have to unlock to sop it up with my hand, then lock, more seeping, more sopping, etc. Frustrating, so I left a little standing water and walked down under this bridge/parking structure to the beach. I was backstage with members of the Grateful Dead and The Band, like some kind of roadie; next thing I know I'm in this very sterile looking room next to the delivery room where my mother is giving birth to my baby brother, who is somehow 12 years younger than me. I walk down a hallway to get into the delivery room on the left hand side, and must walk past windows looking into the room before I can enter through the door. I see the back of my dad's head and body. As I walk closer to the door, it feels like rubber bands are attached to my feet, so the closer to the door I get the harder it is to step forward. I give up and walk backwards down the hallway as the baby is born. I step through a door on the right side of the hallway, which opens into a fabulous food-network kitchen with shiny copper pots and herbs hanging over a nicely tiled island with stainless steel appliances. My mom is already in there, and I note that she looks really thin for having just given birth, especially given that she is wearing horizontal stripes - neon green and black. She asks me to giver her a hand cleaning some blood off of the island. .. There was also some kind of anxiety about facebook messages, but I think I tried to forget that part as soon as I woke up, horrified that the facebook had made its way that deep into my psyche.

So one poignant moment today. Running, as is often the case. I strapped on the tights and a reflective vest as the sun went down and ran downtown, by the marina, and stopped on a grassy outcrop at fords park to do some calisthetics (yep.) in the snow while I looked out across the bay. I was hopping around and gazing out towards the green light at the end of the point with my Ipod on random. At once, the song changes to Mozart's Eine kleine nachtmusik, the first movement - you all would know the tune, and I look to my left to see two swans about 15 feet from me, just swimming on by. I felt somehow like I couldn't keep on doing lunges or whatever random shit I was into; I had to just stand there and watch the two swans mosey on out into the middle of the bay towards the green light. As the song ended, my Ipod cut out, leaving only the drone of some nearby dock machinery. huh.
Running away, my Ipod returned to life, and I wondered if somewhere there had been a video camera pointed on me, since that was one of those movie movements. I couldn't decide if me standing there in the snow with the swans would display while the credits roll or at the very beginning, as part of the intro. It was definitely some kind of terminus, I felt. Though right now is the first time I actually thought or used the word 'terminus.'

Rene called during composition. Seems some people want to chat vocally before I leave the country. What a nice thought.

now - "I have legalized robbery, called it belief..." I love a random function.