Category: dreams
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The Mission
I like to learn things about the place I’m in when I’m travelling. I like to learn a little about its history, its culture. I like to mix business with pleasure when I have to travel for work (but where I work, business IS pleasure, so that’s easy). And when I’m travelling for pleasure, I…
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Away to me
In this dream I was running. The grass was the colour of deeply polished jade, and the sun had warmed the sidewalk enough that my bare feet were warm. I could smell the trees in leaf, the clover in the ditches, and the rain that would come later in the evening. Was I running to,…
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I’ll Dream of You Tonight
In this place of dreams dreamt, I danced on a verdant green lawn with a hound and a herder. They were Sam and Buster, and Sam was the colour of dirty snow sprinkled liberally with cinnamon, his long ears folded down over his cheeks and his brown, brown eyes half-closed in the sun. Buster was…
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As It Wasn’t
Once upon a time that wasn’t, SmartyPants lived in the east end of Saskatoon. Across from a pub I used to frequent, in a house that never was. He invited me to his house for dinner, and we’ve been talking about writing lately, and he asked me to look over some of his work. His…
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More Than This
The man I spent the night in bed beside is a teacher. We were in a hotel in a town a few hours from home, and it’s not like anyone would talk even if they knew. There was a tournament on, or perhaps it was a band festival, because all of the hotels in that…
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It’s Been 21 Years, One Month, Three Weeks, and One Day
Roughly, or thereabouts, I figure, since I last saw you. Of course, I am forgetting the time I saw you in passing at the top of the escalators in Place Riel when you told me you were studying education and science and were thinking of becoming a teacher. You asked me to tell my mother…