Anybody happen to remember this post?
I wrote about two dreams I had about a month before we moved to Canada. I’d forgotten all about the dreams until just now.
Rereading the posts after two years and a lot of water under the bridge is kind of ironic. The dreams were prophetic, as it turned out. I didn’t fit in in Stony Plain, and many of the locals didn’t want me there (though others did, and they were worth coming here to meet).
Worse though, I feel like I’m still trying to get home. I’m still on that slippery slope trying to drive through mud, trying not to push the Road Rage buttons of the aggressive drivers behind me.
Now I’m wondering if my subconscious was really saying, “No! Don’t go! It isn’t safe!”
But that isn’t what this post is about. This post is about that first dream, the one where the city council was meeting outside in winter.
One of my friends texted me yesterday to ask whether I’d heard about Pecha Kucha. I had not, so this morning I Googled it (instead of, yanno, doing the umpteen things that needed to be done by yesterday at the latest).
Pecha Kucha appears to be like Ted Talks on speed. It’s an evening of slides and speakers, but each speaker has only six minutes, during which they show twenty slides.
Sounded fascinating, so I went looking for a local Pecha Kucha night.
Turns out I just missed one, and there isn’t another scheduled. But just for fun, I cruised through the archives, looking at past events.
And the weirdest thing happened.
I clicked onto Vol. 13 and saw this picture of Heritage Amphitheatre in Hawrelak Park.
And I knew the place.
I recognized it immediately. Though when I saw it, it was covered in snow and slush.
And located on an ice flow.
I clicked over to Heritage Amphitheatre’s website to see another shot of the Amphitheatre. It absolutely is, no question, the place where I attended a city council meeting at which I was unwelcome.
Except … I’ve never been there.
I’ve been to other parts of Hawrelak Park with homeschooling events, but I’ve never been to the Amphitheatre.
Except apparently just that once, in my dream, a month before we arrived in Alberta.