Dreams January 15th 2026

     If you were to ask my grade four teacher she would tell you I was a day dreamer.  She was an honest sort and she wouldn't be telling a falsehood.  What ever the reason,  imagination,  Z.O.S.  ( Zone out syndrome), A.D.H.D.  or as Mrs. Ibbotson maintained to the day I met her some forty years later just plain lazy,  I confess my entire life I have been a dreamer.  In full disclosure this may not be a blog for everyone.  

     Daytime dreams take you away to somewhere freer, safer, prettier, and sometimes much much braver.  Night time dreams,  well  they aren't always as welcome as the day dream.  I have had as many dreams as times I have been asleep.  Some of them were wonderful.  Some of them were terrifying,  some of them were just plain stupid.  Stupid to the point that in the middle of my dream, my dreaming self has actual said something like "Aw that's just nuts."  Most times in the really great dreams, you awake yourself just as you reach what ever the reward your dreams pursued was achieved.  

   A couple of times I have been with people I haven't seen in decades.  More than a few times I have been back in high school,  and I have to say those dreams never turned out all that we'll.  I have done stuff like riding horses, ( I had a horse till I was 18 but I stopped riding when I was about 15.)  In  recent years, I have been with my Mom and Dad.  Those were good dreams.   Sometimes I dream I am doing something pretty cool, although the timeline is almost always jumbled.  My sixty year old self with my 40 year old dad visiting.   Sometimes I will dream that I am having a present day conversation with a kid from high school.  I am the age I am and they are still teens.  Weird.  

    When I was working I had a reoccurring nightmare about being at work and attacked by a very large bald sinister looking man.  Always the same man,  always in the same grey suit.  Coming towards me with murder in his face.  I would draw my revolver and empty it as he came towards me never slowing.  He never got me cause I awoke.   I hated that dream.  Funny thing, we were issued a new semi automatic pistol with a fifteen round clip, and I never saw that guy again.   One never knows what lingers in the mind.  

    These days, having retired many many years ago,  Dreams of death and destruction and evil people don't come to as often any more.  They are in fact quite rare.  But they do include many acquaintances,  and family members.  They often are about much more pleasant things like travel, and purchases, and my ability to solve other peoples problems.    Funny but as political as I am, and as upset as I get by watching our neighbours threaten us while our provincial government uses the the notwithstanding clause more frequently than a mommy uses tissue on a toddler's runny nose,  I don't dream much about the current state of rights, freedoms, or political threats.  

     Sometimes like last night,  the dream was totally Sienfield.   Nothing happened.  Except that both Carol and I were very very young.   We were dressed as we did back then, and we were in our little house in Outlook Saskatchewan for some of it.  And like most of my dreams,  we remained young but our house went from the little one in outlook to the larger newer one in Yorkton.  We were making soup.  Tomato soup I think and for the life of me I cannot remember the conversation.   It was all very real,  except we had a really really nice car.  A brand new Toyota SUV which was about 45 years newer than the time frame I found us enjoying.  It was good.  Very good.  

     I don't need to be young again.  I certainly wouldn't want to be us before our children and grand children.  Carol was a beautiful young woman,  but I don't see her as anything but beautiful these days.  I must admit I don't like the arthritis,  the aches and pains, the reduction in what I can clearly see or hear.  But I don't need to be back in the days of endless night shifts, or worrying about bills and mortgages and sports and dancing registrations and making pay checques last longer than the pay period.  I don't miss the phone ringing in the middle of my sleep to attend something just awful.   But for all that it was fun to see the world and my bride look like it did half a century ago.  

     And I have to say that was a really really nice car.  That may be the whole point of that dream.  Our cars are getting old.  A year old car with 30,000 km  cost about $40,000 to $50,000 these days.  The house were were in in my dream last night cost us $15,000.  I am well aware of inflation and our income compared to those days,  but it is still hard to get my head around.  

     I still day dream.  I do it rather we'll actually.  And although I dream every night, my dreams are really about nothing.  Jumbled, silly,  and actually about nothing.  Except having a really really nice car.  I just hope dreams of nice cars don't lead to the nightmares of ridiculous car payments for the next five years or so.