I just awoke from another of those can’t get home dreams.  The geography was different from reality considerably in this one, as is often the case.  And this one involved some not unpleasant adventures along the way.

     For instance, there was an urban area we went through were some people were giving away free celery and asparagus that that they had grown.  We each took a handful with us.

     In this one, it was a sunny day and my wife and I had somehow ended up south of where we live, south of down town. The area was not economically depressed as it tends to be in this present day.  We noticed some cool old cars.  Then we headed westward, but instead of something like Harbour Island, there was like a hilly divide and then a lower area to the west.

     In the dream there was an electric train that ran north / south that would have taken us back towards our home but it was on the other side of the hilly divide.  There were two ways to get back to it, either walk the long way around that we had come, or go over the hill.

     I opted for going over the hill, but the road didn’t go all way through, there was an area where the road stopped, about a four foot bank, and then the road continued on the other side.  I was in the process of climbing the embankment and I smacked my toe on it.  I woke up to find my foot cramping near my toes.