There is a strange connectedness between the places in my dreams that is almost the same as the places in my waking, in my dreams I remember places that are not the places I've been to, I remember them differently, more through emotion, or the deformations of ripples in a pond, as if seeing the place again in wavy and broken reflections, there are pieces of these places that are the same, and I know my routes through them, walking through I remember, and remember again their place in a previous dream, a dream I won't recall when I've awoken, only the familiar, haunting sense of having been there before.
My dreams are a maze, a labyrinth, but there is a congruency, a map that can be drawn through them if you return there enough, and if I could figure it out well enough a correlation of places, a symbolscape that intertwines and weaves metaphor with memory, London-Not-London, Edmonton-Not-Edmonton, Calgary-Not-Calgary, and as of late now Nelson-Not-Nelson. I need to begin drawing these, putting them together, assembling the puzzle, and naturally I think of maps, but maps, they are static, maps to these places are fluid, they are never complete, they fit like a jigsaw only in dreaming and I can't always find my way...