Cape Breton Under Water

Had a great chat with my friend Glenn about our reoccurring dreams, and the bay rising to meet the bridge. He's been having the same dream for years as well, and to him he's always felt he was in Cape Breton. When he said that I almost slapped his knee off - I knew exactly what he meant.

It's as though the bridge is over a canal. The landscape, although remembered as Cape Breton, resembles nothing of the sort... it's actually quite a small island and hilly, yet low land.

I visit this island often in my dreams, sometimes I head there for a trip, I've gone camping and on treasure hunts, I've traveled the canals, climbed the dykes, even biked the ever looping coast. I've driven around and around. I've felt trapped there, yet a belonging and a want to not let go.

Whenever I cross the bridge I'm usually on my way to some place I'm not sure I want to be - I always hesitate but forge on knowing that I will never get where I need to go unless I cross that bridge. I always have a sense of the outcome while dreaming - now I look for ways to get across quickly and safely, I've held on to the sloped, immersed road, and dragged myself to the other side.

Someday we'll fly across.

sweet dreams are made of these

I've been meaning to start recording my dreams for a while now, almost as long as I've been meaning to learn to drive... and that's been a really long time!

Throughout my life I've had a number of recurring dreams. My favorites are the tales of endless shopping at Frenchy's, antique shops and yard sales where I find fantastic assortments of antique toys and Barbies.

My childhood feline pal Balzac is a constant visitor as well as my Grampy and sometimes Grammy. Usually when I'm going through periods of great stress one of the three will come visit and give me some love to pull me through.

The reoccurring dream I don't look forward to, which has left me with a lifelong fear of heights, is that of crossing a bridge and half way across the water rises and meets the road leaving us all immersed. I remember once I was crossing the harbour in a jalopy driven by Gonzo and I became aware that we were on a bridge and not sinking - instantly the wave took over and ripped the bridge down. Oh how I abhor the bridge dreams.

I've always had incredibly vivid dreams, sometimes remembering more details than I do of waking life. I've had some pretty fantastic dreams this last while... I'll dig some up and get busy relaying some of late.