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I woke up very early this morning and couldn't get back to sleep - noisy, annoying neighbour situation, which is a topic for another post. I was able to get alot of work and organizing done in the wee hours so I discovered, yes , contrary to my own stubborn idea about myself, I can in fact work in the morning.

At around noon I climbed into bed beside the beloved cat for a nap and proceeded to have what seemed like a three hour, very vivid dream about Vancouver. I visited all the spots I love and saw the mountains, swam in the ocean and spent time with friends, including some who happened to be in town from Toronto.

The really funny thing is Caliban, my cat, was my travelling companion, though thinking about the plane ride from Vancouver to TO and how he nearly escaped his carrier to terrorize everyone, I can't see ever getting him back on an aircraft!!

Weird, nice, bitter-sweet. I miss it, after all, I left my heart there, maybe even my soul. Brought my brain and body back. It's a strange feeling to know this even in  my subconscious.

It reminds me of this piece I wrote last year: Unrequited: How I Miss Vancouver and Want It Back