Oh Canada, My Refuge In My Dreams

Canada

I had a dream last night where I crossed the border into Canada without a passport or visa. Yep, I was an an undocumented visitor in the land of hockey, poutine and that swell Justin Trudeau. In this dream I was detained and was asked questions. Ultimately the authorities let me stay and even gave me some resources to make myself at home. Everything was taken care of.

Canada is a place I have always wanted to visit. In this dream I wanted refuge from America, a place that is becoming hard to live in for many. Perhaps it was about a fresh start or something like that, maybe I am reading too much into this. This is not the first time I have had dreams about Canada though.

Toronto, Winnipeg and Vancouver sound like interesting places. I hope that dream version of me landed in one of those cities. Oh Canada!

Writing When Sleep Is Elusive

I have discovered that when you have to empty your head of it’s thoughts that writing them out is helpful. Last night I had to get something out of my head and off my heart that I couldn’t sleep so I went to my computer and just wrote. After I got my thoughts on screen and pixels it made getting to sleep much easier. They say write your dreams and ideas out when they come to you and I would have to agree with this. A late night writing session is very therapeutic.