Why do I keep having these dreams?
Every so often, I'll dream of downtown St. Catharines. Not as it is, not as it was, but as it could be. A month or so ago, I dreamed I was walking down the pristine St. Paul St, when we walked into one of the many patisseries dotting the street. I wanted a fresh croissant, while a cupcake had Spitey's eye. Before that, I had walked into a jewelry store, with vibrant and sometimes kooky designs. Walking out again I realized it was my store. Just now I had another, and it's fading, so I need to write it down.
I was finishing my Christmas shopping, weaving through the unique boutiques and carrying gift bags of merchandise home. I needed to get to the bus terminal; in these days, there was never parking anywhere downtown, it was so busy, so it was easier to take the bus in. I started talking with an elderly, white-haired black woman, and helped her retie the rain kerchief around her hair. Then we chatted about the holidays and how to make the perfect limoncello. Let it be known I've never had a limoncello, and I think it involves vodka maybe, but I really have no clue, because I'm going on what the DREAM tells me. Then my bus arrived, I waved, and woke up.
What does this mean? It's never the same dream; it just keeps going further down the same street. It had started at the top at the beginning, near where the Red Hot Chili Pepper is (turned much more swank, with better food), and ended up at the bus terminal most of the way down St. Paul. Do I have some sort of secret desire to renew the downtown core? Is this my brain's way of saying "Don't give up hope!" Or is it just one of those wish fulfillment things? If so, why the hell am I dreaming about downtown and shopping, instead of dreaming about Dean Winchester and Lee Adama making me a very happy girl? (At the same time -- it's a crossover. My fantasy, I'm allowed.)
I was finishing my Christmas shopping, weaving through the unique boutiques and carrying gift bags of merchandise home. I needed to get to the bus terminal; in these days, there was never parking anywhere downtown, it was so busy, so it was easier to take the bus in. I started talking with an elderly, white-haired black woman, and helped her retie the rain kerchief around her hair. Then we chatted about the holidays and how to make the perfect limoncello. Let it be known I've never had a limoncello, and I think it involves vodka maybe, but I really have no clue, because I'm going on what the DREAM tells me. Then my bus arrived, I waved, and woke up.
What does this mean? It's never the same dream; it just keeps going further down the same street. It had started at the top at the beginning, near where the Red Hot Chili Pepper is (turned much more swank, with better food), and ended up at the bus terminal most of the way down St. Paul. Do I have some sort of secret desire to renew the downtown core? Is this my brain's way of saying "Don't give up hope!" Or is it just one of those wish fulfillment things? If so, why the hell am I dreaming about downtown and shopping, instead of dreaming about Dean Winchester and Lee Adama making me a very happy girl? (At the same time -- it's a crossover. My fantasy, I'm allowed.)