uno communo

Had a barrage of crazy dreams last night, like 4-5, all really fuckin weird. In one, I shit egg yolk everywehere in the desert and offended some royalty, so I was condemned to death. In another, I was reading an email from Vikas telling me about his new system of beliefs, called Khristi or Khristni, that basically entailed envisioning how life could be different. Anyways the last dream I had was very vivid. I was in some pseudo-Golden setting and everyone had gone to some lake in the winter and I went there unprepared by myself, without swim shorts, and along the way there was a table, representing some organization, with three guys there in matching shirts. So i got to the lake and I think Derek Webster was in charge and there was a building built over the lake to keep the water warm, and everone was there and i got naked (no shorts) and got in, but then i notcied dead chickens hanging from the roof and all the steam was condensing on them, and then dripping into the water. So everyone was having fun, but i'm like, "whoa, fuck this chicken shit", and i was gonna leave, but then everyone went totally silent (and not just cuz i was naked). Some kid dragged the dead body of this other kid out and dumped it in the snow. It was a really cinematic, dramatic sort of scene. but then things continued on. it was like the kid had died of some mysterious thing, like in a horror movie. Now i forget the transition, but somehow, this huge snake beast monster thing that was like an anaconda (from the movie), but way thicker and not as long. Everyone scatttered and took off except me, and there was some weird narrative in my head. Eventually I escaped, and was bookin it down the ramps back to town but just before I woke up, I noticed that there was a soundtrack. The only words i rememebr were, "my thoughts on madonna". I dunno, maybe it was me singing. At one point, when the monster was alone with me, i knew it was a dream, but i wasn't lucid. It was like I wanted to wake up before I got eaten by this thing, but i couldn't wake up, then I forgot I was dreaming. The chicken thing was so weird....

So I went exploring today in my dad's truck, down some back road, found a branch off of it that was in decent shape, then down this even smaller branch, and I stumbled upon a dwelling. I got out and apparently no one was around, but they had a big structure for animals (chickens and goats). I wandered around and there were two campers that must've been the sleeping quarters. There as still a fire going and some kittens were chillaxing. After a few minutes I relazed and realised I wasn't going to be confronted with a shotgun. They looked quite well established and I was fascinated. I wrote a not to them saying hello and that I'd come back to visit sometime and not to worry, that I didn't touch anything except the kittens. Later on, I met another vehicle on the road and it turned out to be part of the family. It was the wife and 3 of the 6 kids, and a cute niece. The husband was out walking the 30 or so goats (I saw them in the distance). She seemed quite nice and said they'd lived out there for 10 years. I asked them a few things and asked if it was alright if I came back. So I'm VERY stoked on this. It's not everyday you find someone with that much forest-dwelling experience. I'm going to go back and interview them and learn as much as I possibly can about all aspects of their lives. I imagine they'll be an excellent source of information that will help me establish a commune one day, if I still desire to. I suppose they don't quite fit the definition of a commune since it's jsut one family, but 10 people is still a decent-seized number. I have so many questions, so I'm gonna write every single one down so I don't forget anything. I'll take notes when I talk to them and I'll do a write-up on them. I'd like to do this within two weeks. Maybe I'll get some pics to, if they don't mind

So I didn't get that job at the video store, apparently the person that was quitting decided not to. Maybe I'll become a panhandler. Better here than anywhere else in BC, warm and no snow. I hear street kids in Victoria live a decent life. I mean, if you like selling crack cocaine.