I must have been talking in my sleep – to myself.

Because I would swear up and down that I had the perfect topic to write about today, and that I came up with an exceptional title, and had several points I was going to cover, and now I’m here, and… – blank. Damnit! It’s right there, on the tip of my brain, I know I went over it a bunch of times. Had to of been a very convincing dream/partial waking moment. I don’t know what to say. Oh, oh that sparked it!

I was going to write about how in my dreams I misremember the way architecture looks about places I have spent a lot of time, and over the years (after leaving) I have the same reoccurring dreams that utilize this new, and fantastical designs for the school campus, that when I go back after a few decades I’m shocked to recall just how off my dreams of the places really are. And it’s really very offputting. I have a terrible memory for picking out the year that things happen. Unless it’s really recent, or super huge, like getting married or the birth of my kids. But other life events, no chance. It all runs together in a big muddy puddle. That’s beside the point. I convince myself after years of the same dreams about places, where everything is somewhat similar to reality. Like the entrance to rooms, carpet, tiles, cement structures are very much real, but my dream moves them into new layouts or positions on the grounds, and after repeat exposure I become certain that that is how it actually was. But then you go back and it’s like – oh yeah!, my dreams totally rearranged things, how could I forget! What else am I misremembering? You know, do I recall things about other people that are cobbled together from real actions, but are attributed to the wrong person/people? Am I misremembering things that I think I have/not done? Makes me wonder. Is any of that normal? Also why am I dreaming about these regular places but giving them fantastical redesigns, and then sticking with the redesign when I recall things that have happened there? Did I dream those things that happened too? No, I have ticket stubs, photos, uniforms, text books, pages of notes, and various diplomas and certifications as receipts for being there. It’s not a delusion. Ha.

I bet that if you visited all of the universities, colleges, and training centers I have attended, and those I just visited (like U of G or U of T) you could stitch together photos of real spots to recreate a mosaic of much of what I misremember these places looking like in my dreams.

Otherwise today is Sunday January 22nd of 2023. We had a very light sprinkling of snow last night, the temperature is hovering around minus three, which is warmer than it should be. Usually by now we get in to the late teens, early twenties of below zero temperatures. According to ten years worth of facebook memory posts that is.

So I did have the conversation with myself in bed this morning. It must have occurred right as I was in the middle of coming to though. Ha. What a way to start my day. Ciao Bella!