Dreams

Visited my (alternate) Winnipeg in my dreams again last night, as always, with somewhere to go. I wheel down to the end of Westminster, and turn right because the rapid transit bus embarkation station is adjacent to the Granite Curling Club. With just  enough money to board, I leave my clothes and my wheelchair behind.

I  piss into a urinal in the east side main floor john in University Centre at the University of Manitoba. I am alone in the room. My new hearing aids, in my shirt pocket,  fall or jump (I’m still waiting for the forensics report), into the urinal. In mid-leak there is nothing I can do

I’m riding my 10 speed puce Peugeot. I turn in at a churchyard to find my father. He is in the church lobby about to go into the sanctuary, attending a funeral and wearing the appropriate black suit, black tie. He has a brush cut and a moustache. He seems a little annoyed at my

Last night I dreamt I was travelling by horse and buggy from Winnipeg to the Klassen homestead in southern Manitoba even though the Red River was flooding the valley plain. I was able to keep to the road even under water, thanks to Dancer, my sure footed brown quarter-horse mare with a black mane and