Last night I had the most marvellous dream. I had returned to Tofino for a visit, had found some new trails along the shore and through the old growth that I hadnt known before, and fell sobbing into a friend's arms after, saying I had missed being there so much.
In the dream I decided I was going to move back, ignoring the fact that housing is a continuing problem there, especially for impecunious potential bag ladies.
I talked Chris, my wonderful poet friend from Tuff City, into the two of us living together in order to share rent. I visited two places I have dreamed of moving into in other dreams, one of which was a secret, unused empty suite that I hadnt known existed when we lived at 1260 Ethel, when the kids were young. Now it was in Tofino and I begged the woman who now lived in the actual house to let me live there. I had, in the dream two large dogs - one was Pup - and I explained to the woman that he had died but had come back to life again. The other dog was large and black and white. The woman looked skeptical when I said we would make very quiet tenants.
To celebrate my return, there was a huge party, Tofino style, and I was ecstatic to be among my people once again. Sigh. It was lovely. Makes me want to do it for real.