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tue
jul
7
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(Dream) As I come further into the drawing room, a lady has me slide
my chair even further, to be away from the stairs. It's easy to slip my
chair further and further along until I'm sitting opposite her and what
look like a graduated series of toadstools. We seem to be lining something
up, something from her smallest footstool to me, and out to the side.
I'm totally distracted by a pimple – or something squirting out from
one of my fingers. It's not exactly puss that's squirting out, and the
white stream suddenly opens into the ribs, muscles and flesh of a pollywog
or young frog, widening into the shape of an opening feather! Before I
have a chance to do anything about it, the old lady grabs it and eats
it! Coming down the stairs at summer camp, David Daniels tells us to rebuild
the staircase as rapidly as possible, and a whole crew builds it so fast
that when I go outside after the crew has finished and gone home, and
down the wooden stairs, the whole thing collapses underneath me! On some
level I realize none of this is my fault and I'm more interested in the
structure of the collapsed staircase than in assigning any blame. While
I'm looking it over, I see David Daniels watching me, and at the same
time see a processing of police officers slowly driving low-rider three-wheeled
motorcycles up the sidewalk outside the collapsed staircase, being drawn
up the hill in some inexorable way for something up there that doesn't
concern me. I'm still interested in this collapsed staircase, and in a
moment, when the crew comes back from a break, we rebuild it on the stone
bedrock using a slightly modified design, and when I test it, see it's
solid as rock! I come down the stairs now, and they segue onto wider and
wider wooden stairs down into a slight depression, then begin (at the
point we left off) a gradual ascent on the other side. (Fin)
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pm
1:34
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