I've had no memorable dreams as of late, this will change, no sooner does one record a dream than a new one fills it place.
This dream I've had a few times in the past 3 or 4 years. I am driving to Alaska, I am in Alaska. It is amazing - the drive, the scenery; there is something here that is pulling my soul, the ache for youth, it's so close I wonder why I've never been and my heart is full of wonder. And I am rounding the horn, or the big knobbly bit that protrudes into the ocean, the Alaska of maps, small, compact, I can drive around it. I can see the ocean; the mountains, the lights of some city. . it is dusk or late evening, warm, late summer - it is always dusk or late evening, always late summer, there is music on the radio, nothing identifiable but it follows my mood like the road, a border crossing that will take me back into Canada, along some sea-inlet wherein dive killer whales. I can drive across it, and across the Northwest Territories, returning through the center of Saskatchewan, a long road with no cars, large hills and forests on either side, leaves turning, running alongside a narrow lake. I never knew this existed.
This dream I have had several times, awaking from it with a sense of deja-vu; I have never been to Alaska, I have checked maps (although I know better) for that road down the center of Saskatchewan so convincing were these dreams, this is entirely an imaginary landscape, these routes I have not travelled, but I wonder why, in my dream, they are Alaska, Saskatchewan, how the landscape came to be so compact, and why I have had it.