The Wonderful Story of Henry Sugar part 1

The Wonderful Story of Henry Sugar These are the dreams depicted therein: I sliding backwards, headfirst, lying on my back, in the snow going very very fast. A track with a railing that comes straight towards from a left track. Then the track goes left, folds, and comes back, doubling back on itself. I climb the green railing as the skytrain approaches. The skytrain approaches and follows that track. On the skytrain I see the attendant sitting a few seats away. Hoping to go all the way back to Dawson Creek, I am instead dropped off at a skytrain station, track going south at Broadway and Kingsway. I get off the Skytrain and in the air, flying, I do the butterfly stroke, the one used for doing the swimming position called the frog, and also, I did a dog paddle.I am flying, going down a hill, Hastings and Thurlough, and I think, “The weather in Vancouver this time of year is warm, balmy.” Now why people and I do not, from now on, walk more often in the streets doing a breaststroke* or dog paddle or butterfly stroke. There is a dance where someone simulates swimming while walking forward. That would bring a feeling more akin to that of home. Then I am at a place. To my left is a bay window, to my right is a half wall, ahead of me and behind me is a wall. At the far side of the bay windows is a door, and there is a ramp that goes upward. The half wall stops at where the ramp is. There are two cops wearing blue shirts and the black police hats with a red stripe. Also to my …