emsquared’s posterous

I was sitting with others including my partner on the back of a long open truck as it travelled at near walking pace through the lesser known back streets of New York City. We were frequently surrounded by native New Yorkers who seemed to resent us intensely and would present us with petitions to either leave or conversely would get us to support or recognise certain local causes (with menaces). It was a very tense situation made more difficult by the fact that I had lost my voice.
We took a break in a coffee shop to later find that our transport truck had been set alight.
My partner filmed the burning truck for posterity.

photo by selva under this creative commons license photo by

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Seemingly I was to play keyboard in a 3 piece group at a venue that was being televised. I'm a barely passable keyboard player but at the last minute the drummer fell ill and it was assumed I could turn my hand to the drums as well as fulfilling keyboard duties.Somehow I faked it well enough to get by by playing keyboard sounds on the drums and drum sounds on the keyboard. I felt nervous but focused in the dream.

Photo original by sprungli under this creative commons license

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Photo by A Hermida under this creative commons license

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More 2D people in a 3D world. This time all the people were triangle people.There were variations of triangle people in terms of equilateral, isosceles, scalene or right-angled with young and old easily defined. Yes some wore hats but otherwise clothes were not evident.

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It was cold outside with fog hanging in the icy air. We huddled around a raging swirling fire that seemed almost alive as it whispered our names.

Photo by lydurs under this creative commons license

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My hands were frequently held to my masked face which eventually came away in my hands. On seeing my false face mask in my hands I seemed to realise it had been trying to control and subsume me.

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Which reminds me of growing up and my Dad sticking his car on high revs (ah the lost technology of the manual choke) on cold frosty mornings whilst he stood at the kitchen sink staring out into the garden as he ate his cornflakes with hot milk before dashing off to work. Later he would forego a car in favour of a small moped which didn't need this daft habitual warming routine.

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Yes featuring Val Doonican as himself (ala the Intro and the outro). Still singing, still with the jumpers etc but with a challenging flip side away from the singing as a kind of benevolent good humoured Mafia media godfather type figure who exerted great influence throughout the alternative modern media machinery. Almost a 'dreamlet' really. Compact and bijou.

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