Dreams

A morning person, I leave the house before daylight. Two pariah dogs follow me as I hurry to get wine for Thanksgiving Dinner before the crows make shopping too difficult. I stop first at the new shop on the North side of Portage Avenue. The dogs , having delivered me safely, continue on their way.

  Having returned from my vacation on the West Coast the night before, I went back to work the next morning. I was confused, the building contemporary and not heritage as it was when I left it. Went up to the sixth floor and  just about everything was different, nothing was the same. Open area,

I switched the light on and went down into the half-finished basement of our new Gretna bungalow.  A big black crow sat on the concrete in the utility area outside the rec room and Dad’s study. It backed up against the wringer washer,  its wing was broken. I lifted Dad’s .22 single shot from the 

Last night I dreamed I was consoling a woman in Nicaragua, offering her my  protection, love,  and care. Offering to bring her with me back to Canada, to the consternation of her family, who had been unable to convince the pregnant woman to name the father of her expected child. I was not the father,