Past

I bike...a dead cat follows. I like her.

Nathanael's old house is abandoned. Josh and I walk towards it, with strangers and Ryan Derksen.

Ryan says "You know what's logical about Jesus?"

I'm about to say nothing, but Ryan makes a joke, I laugh and then I realize I have to work in half an hour.

I had a dream!

Talking Bees and Violent Thieves

I'm driving in this van, after running out of the Steinbach Regional Secondary School, and I know everyone in the van but they look different. We drive, and drive, and we get into this huge parked. I pull out a gun, but someone shoots the driver through the window.

There is no segue from this scene to me and Josh in a shopping mall, walking in the hall. We see these three guys, one resembling Josh Ryan, one resembling Jon Ruten, the other an unfamiliar face. They have a purse. Josh grabs the purse from the ufamiliar one and runs away. Josh Ryan and the stranger run after him, and I follow. Jon Ruten is slow, behind me.

When we exit the building, we're exiting the Steinbach Junior High. Josh is running across the front yard but he doesn't make it to the sidewalk before the stranger catches up. He puts Josh in a headlock, but Josh flips him over his back and punches him in the head, over and over until he's not moving anymore. Josh Ryan pulls out a gun, and Josh takes the stranger's cellphone. We run behind a bush when Josh Ryan starts shooting us, and Josh pulls a gun from nowhere and shoots back.

Jon Ruten finally catches up and Josh manages to shoot him in the leg. He throws his gun down, and limps over to the stranger, standing over him with Josh Ryan. It's unclear if he's alive or not, or if they're even trying to resuscitate him.

Taking advantage of this, we run alongside the building, the opposite way we were going, back past the entrance and then across a street. There's a log cabin that we run into, and it's a police station. We stand in line to report the crime and Josh gets a piece of paper to write down what happened. People around us start asking, so Josh tells them, and they all love the story. Then, we look outside and Josh Ryan and Jon Ruten are carrying the stranger towards the stairs up to the door. We panic, because we know they're coming here to kill us, so we run to the back of the building.

A woman tells us to jump onto this slide, and I'm reluctant, but she convices me. I jump on after her and we go around in a circle, and then suddenly we're going up hill, on this waterslide in a police department, and we're going back up to the beginning of the slide. She tells me that this symbolizes divorece. We go under the beginning, where a girl is waiting to slide down, and we're in this enlosed section. The woman disappears. I stop at this wall. There are bees everywhere. I stay low and the fly over me. I look up and there are for sections, long enough for me to lie down in, with wooden walls for me to jump over. I jump over the first one, and the bees that have stopped there fly over to the next stall. I'm freaking out, but I continue, until the fourth stall, which I can't bring myself to jump. I'm just sitting there, shaking, when a bee turns to me, and it's got a human head. It tells me that the bees were only made to go four stalls, and that I should just get over it and jump. So I do. I slide down for a while, and suddenly I'm sliding up again, only it's into this open air, roofed building, like the building at A.D. Penner Park, only it's slanted like a theater, and there are people everywhere, soaked head to toe and swollen from bee stings.

I walk up the middle aisle and go back into the police station, worried sick about Josh.

Ouzo

Ouzo.

A powerful Greek licorice flavoured spirit. Gives me crazy dreams.

A bunch of girls I know are over at my house. One of the girls took a shower and the water made her sweat and made her underwear stink. She wanted to borrow a pair of underwear. They found Kevin's boxers and they sniffed them and they were gross because they all had shit stains on them. One was particularily bad, it had a big shit stain on it shaped like the Batman symbol. I found a clean pair of my boxers and gave them to them.

I know. It doesn't make sense.

On the Train to Athens

We're on a train somewhere in Europe and we got split up, I don't know where my friends are, they could be anywhere. Random people I know are there. A girl from high school is there but she's taller and looks like a super model and I want to kiss her. She tells me I should join the Peace Corps and she kisses me first, giving me tongue. A train comes and I follow the other people on to it and hope I'll end up in the same place as my friends. I feel lost but I don't care.

At this point I wake up for a second and see my two friends sleeping on the train with me and I think, "Wow, that's weird." Then I fall back asleep.

And we're driving down Henderson Highway in Winnipeg and it's rainy and foggy. Kevin is driving and he switches lanes. There's a semi-truck stopped in this lane and he's driving way to fast. He's going to hit it. I yell and put my hands up.

I jolt awake with my arms in front of me, gasping for breath. The train car is hot and I'm sweating.

Diamonds and Cats and Guns

I'm in this mall, and there's a jewellery store beside this pet store, in a raised semi-circle, about five feet higher than the shops that make up the other half of the circle. I'm shopping in the pet store, only it's set up like a shoe store. There are little transparent plastic stands jutting out of the wall, and there are cats and birds and dogs and snakes just sitting on them. I buy this one cat that cuddles with me and stands with it's right side against my stomach, looking at me over it's left shoulder. Its tail is raised and then at its half point it's straight out, and the cat's purring intensely. It stands there for five minutes, no movement.

My father comes and says, after I've bought it, that I shouldn't have, because he doesn't have anywhere to put it. I live on my own, but this makes sense.

I pick up a guitar that's sitting just outside the pet store, and I play the high e-string, open, and then I hammer my index finger onto the fifth fret of the same string. I play this over and over, while walking around the lower half of the circled room. It sounds as though, when I hammer onto the string, that it goes through every note, from the first open one, up through frets one to five. I put the guitar down after a long time.

So, I'm about to leave, without the cat and I don't know why, but my jacket's been lost. I'm fairly upset, so I take this civil war era pistol out of my pocket and shoot the wall. After reloading the gun and putting it away, I walk through the mall until I come to one of those wheeled coatracks, one that would usually have uniforms hung up on it. Instead, it's a Lost and Found rack, and around it are all these people that I went to school with, guys and girls, all of them jocks or popular girls, and I see my coat. I reach for it, but one of the girls, blonde, tan, sunglasses and really pretty in this really fake way grabs it, and says "No, you can't have this."

I pull out the pistol again and shoot her in the stomach. I take the jacket, and then I realize, as I'm walking, that the back is really lumpy, and so I start pushing the lump down, and out from inbetween the lining of wool and the courderoy, and a $400 box of jewelry falls onto the floor. I freak out and kick it behind me, and realize there are two more lumps. So I take them out, and shoot the window of the jewelry shop that's beside the pet shop, because it's closed, and another guy I went to school with, Tyler Friesen, comes out and I give the boxes to him.

I walk out of the store.

Violence and Morals

I'm walking down the street with a person that I can't picture when I wake up but as an amalgamation of Brett/Josh/Marcus.
All of a sudden, I break away from brettjoshmarcus, and walk into a parking garage.
There is a rush of people, and i'm hit with a blast of wind as they run by. They seem to be fleeing from what seem to be police.
There are stragglers left behind, and they're holding hostages. Suddenly, a gun is forced into my hand, a semi-automatic.
And i'm firing on the police.
I grab a hostage.
I'm screaming now: "Is this right? Should I be doing this?"
As I scream, I take my hostage, a woman, and put an entire round into the back of her head, and watch her bleed for a second. I drag her body for a few feet, and then drop her. The police are converging on me, and i'm yelling for a fresh clip.
"Should I be doing this?!"
No-one gives me a clip.
The cops begin to converge on me.
Awake.
Thank you, cell phone.

Flying with Walter

The plane is probably a small Cessna, not unlike the ones I hopped lakes in last summer while working up north. But it is not summer. It is very much winter and we are in the middle of blizzard. The pilot is Walter. He has never flown a plane but assures me everything is just fine. The wind is incredible and keeps almost flipping the plane upsidedown, Walter wrestling with the controls to keep it level. I can see he is laughing quite loudly but can barely hear it over the deafening storm.

The plane is whipped around by the wind and is turned on its head. We cannot see the ground that is surely rushing up at us, all we can see is snowing whipping around. With no point of reference, we can only feel that we are falling at a rapid pace. Walter is still laughing.