I haven't been to Saskatchewan in almost five years. Yet I still sometimes have dreams - nightmares? - about what life was like there. That place, that evil, awful, nasty, hellish place. The rectangle of regression.
Yes, it happens. My mind wanders, usually when it is in a vulnerable, tired state. Numb. It goes back to that dark place. The cursed land.
I only go there when I am weak. Fragile. Sleeping. Having a bad dream. In Hell.
They see me rollin...
It happens. Maybe once every 3 or 4 months. I wake up in the morning. Or maybe it is my wife. One of us has done it. Dreamt of that place. That awful, mediocre province that shall not be spoken of.
Fuck. These dreams are the worst. They always remind us of what life was like there. Cold. Boring. Dirty. Plain. White. Mediocre. Fat. Did I say cold?
I still hate it.