ian and i were in a macdonalds. i was telling him how long it had been since i was in one of those. there were bits of lettuce on the floor.

then we noticed the comfy section: every macdonalds now had a section with reclining chairs like you get on the ferry to newfoundland, or in first class on an airplane. every seat had free wireless internet, and they delivered your fries right to you. ian was so incredibly excited, but i was still grossed out to be in macdonalds.

dozing off

dreamt i was in an old, familiar house with lots of wood. i had dirty pictures ripped out of a magazine and i just wanted to find you and make out, but you weren't having it. i woke up frustrated and laughing.

tf was playing a big show. it must have been near my house. it had the same feeling as the festivals we played in england, it was a big busy outdoor show.
we finished playing and i walked through the crowd to my home.
just after i got home someone came to get me because the band had decided to play another song for an encore. it was so long since the show had ended i thought it was silly to go all the way back. at first i rushed around, but then as the time got longer and longer, i stopped rushing. it was such a ridiculous time to come back and play one more song anyway, a few more mintues wouldn't make it any more ridiculous.
so i sat on the step to slowly tie my shoes. my laces were great big squares of fabric, and very hard to tie.
he sat on the step behind me. when i was almost finished, i could feel him touching my neck gently and playing with my hair. he said something like "can you believe i'm doing this?" and i (still tying my shoe) said "imagine that". i wished i knew how to be less awkward about it, because i was so happy on the inside.
i wondered how i could manage to kiss him, with the awkward way we were sitting, and i wondered if we would hold hands on the way back to the show.

i was walking through this little deserted town with like 4 other girls. we were looking for a washroom in the college and they were all full, so i brought them up this set of stairs, and here we were in a deserted town. this was what we were looking for, though, because the town was almost all washrooms. some of them didn't have doors though, or had several toilets in each one. i kept saying to the girls "this is just like a DREAM i always have! i can't believe how much this is like my dreams! they are recurring dreams and they look just like this!"

part 1
my parents were getting ready to kill themselves. my mom had cancer, and they wanted to just get it over with and not have her suffer, and my dad felt he couldn't live without her. i was trying to come to terms with the idea. i wanted practical advice on how to live on my own - what happens to all the bills, how could i afford to live in this house. i suggested maybe i'd get a roommate, my mom said "no one can sleep in this house, it's too noisy"

part 2
i was a young boy, i was just settling into my room at keddy's. the whole hotel was empty, and an old lady walked down the hall with me and showed me where it was. it was a big suite, with several rooms, beds and closets, but all pretty bare and everything was made of wood.
i went outside just as a bus went by. i flagged it down and tried to hop on. it was a tour bus giving details on medieval history of the area (never mind that there was none). i thought it was something i would enjoy, and i had the 5.50 it cost. i was only worried it would take me too far away from my destination.

part 3
we were getting ready for a big show. we got there and everyone was dressed up, and i realized i couldn't wear what i was wearing (a t-shirt or something). the show promoters suggested i just go into the mall directly behind the stage and pick something out. i went through and picked out a few skirts, white ones and some had pink triangles on the bottom. i also picked out a few shiny sweaters and t-shirts. i remember every article. when kristy and i went to try them on, though, the girl behind the counter was closing over that metal wall thing. she said not to worry because someone would be along shortly to let us try on our clothes. and then closed over another metal wall on the other side of us.
we waited there for hours and hours for someone to come back.

glenn died. i was crying uncontrollably. he and someone else i knew died the same day, but i couldn't think about the other person, i was so upset. i kept thinking about the last time i went to halifax and how i could have hung out with him, but i didn't. i had to break the news to everyone.

instead of daniel's, my brain went here.

part I: singing a famous song about canada with the tom fun orchestra. it was very patriotic but most were just singing it as an excuse to sing pretty harmonies (read: me, alicia and morgan).

part II: at an outdoor folk festival where old man luedecke was soon to take the stage, tom fun congregated outside and some decided to enjoy the 4-wheelers on such a sunny summer day. uninterested, i went to use a bathroom where i had to wade through a tub full of water to get to the toilet. my pants were rolled up, the window was open and the boys raced by on the stupid machines. i realized the tub was full to the brim because of a constant drip in the tap. i wondered why no one had pulled the plug... so i did and waded out of the room as it drained.

outside, the stage was being set and albert met me in the parking lot to explain that although ian was deadset on making it home to cape breton in time for his weekly worship, albert had decided we weren't leaving until both tom fun and OML had played. i nodded without caring too much. the boys pulled up on 4-wheelers, some hesistant to approach me and some fun-loving.

part III: carly martin wrote on my facebook.

three of us were in jail. the jail was sometimes on a ship. we had our instruments with us, and also a giant foam cup. we thought we might be able to use the foam cup as a boat.

we finally managed to escape somehow, i don't remember if it had anything to do with the boat or the foam cup. we were driving away through the pier really fast. we knew everyone was looking for us. i ducked down because my uncle was driving by. we thought if we could get out of cape breton we'd be home free. but it was really hard to get out of the pier.

we holed up in a house, cops came in and i thought it was all over, but we invented some crazy and confusing scheme to trick them into thinking we were someone else. i pretended the other girl with us was my mother. we get the cops thinking that one of us was a criminal, but not all of us, and the proof was buried in the floorboards. that ought to buy us some time.

we found a mummified body in the vacant lot behind my house. we went out every day to look at it, so much that we wore paths in the tall grasses. i knew there was something to learn from this bog-man. i lifted him up (very improperly - there was a tense moment when i thought he would break) and the body curled up on its side, almost in a sleeping position. it was then that i saw the treasure chest. he was laying on it, but i couldn't figure out how to move him without breaking him (mummified bodies are very brittle).

it was a large brown mansion. really really huge. we walked in through the giant oak doors.

once we got in we knew something was wrong. there were people walking around like zombies. they were wearing old school academic robes, and they had a greyish hue about them. one of the girls i was with noted that she could see others, barely visible, almost floating through the halls.

i knew that if i didn't give myself a task, i would fall asleep like they had. so i decided i needed to find ron hynes, because i knew he had disappeared inside this house. most people thought he was dead.

i started going through the house. i went into each room methodically. it was hard to concentrate. in one of the rooms an old man sat at a large desk and stared off into space. he said "this house is larger than you think, my dear".

i went out of his door, and sure enough, there were more and more rooms branching off of hallways. i saw staircases leading up and down, many of them near each other and leading in alternate directions. it didn't matter, i knew i could do it methodically.

i got to one closet-like room, and almost fell through a hole in the floor. but wait, no i didn't because the hole closed over. every time i lifted my foot it would open, and every time i went to put my foot down it would close. i reached down and pried it open. there were lights like on a stage underneath a sliding door. it had a girl's name on it. then i realized that some of the translucent people weren't people at all but holograms. i wondered if they were once people trapped in here, and made into holograms once they were dead.

i knew what i had to do. i went to the main room with my friends (i was fighting back the grey mist that swam before my eyes, denser and denser every minute). they were sitting around a table looking at a bottle. there were labels all over this bottle. i peeled one off. a man in front of us vanished. i peeled off another, same thing happened.

i knew that this bottle was at least going to help me distinguish between people who were living and trapped in the house and people who were holograms. i hoped that r. hynes, standing next to me, would not vanish.

i watched a dark cloud roll toward us. i could see snow falling, in a sheet from the edge. it swept over us.