Apartment
I'm looking at the upstairs apartment where the landlady used to live.
It's totally changed.
She's renting the place out to three people; one of them a girl I know from Naramata, for $1900.
The apartment has very high ceilings ending in translucent angles,
lots of plants, hardwood floors with elaborate designs,
and is furnished with beautiful Victorian pieces.
The floorspace is vast, the bathroom has a HUGE freestanding bathtub with claw feet,
and in the kitchen I notice a lot of bluespeckled bone china.
I want to live there.
The loft space is bigger, richer, and has an breathtakingly ornate stained glass window
that gives the area a beautiful surreal feeling.
Towel tower
I'm looking at a lot of extra food in french onion soup bowls,
then flipping through a phonebook trying to find Melanie (C), who still lives in Blowing Rock.
Then I'm aware of wanting to avoid explaining something to my mother,
so I decide to go somewhere to think,
knowing that I'll explain whatever it is to her later.
I throw a white towel over a puddle of green water before jumping over it.
The towel becomes a tower, which I climb up.
The top is made of old wood and quite rickety.
I look down and find that I am above a large, green lake.
I can see a red and white object submerged in the water, but I can't tell what it is.
Someone returns to the tower, because he lives there.
I jump off and land in the water, then run to shore and creep through some rocks.
Someone calls my name.
The man who lives in the tower is calling me, or a name similar to mine.
He has olive skin, a moustache and a beard, is wearing a white turban,
and repeatedly calls this name,
but I can't tell what he's saying.