Two Dreams

I'm at work. It's a work day. My bosses boss comes up to me and starts talking to me about this new project I'm to take on, one that involves a lot or writing, writing memos, official business, and how it's going to be the new task I'm taking on, and more responsibility for me at work. I guess it had been mentioned before that I would do this, but I had forgot, because that's what happens around here, I forget, and nobody ever mentions it again. Only this time I'm quitting, two months to the day is my last day at work, but I haven't told anybody yet, I figured it wasn't super important yet, it's two months away after all, and I'm on contract, so they already know that my contract is ending. Then my bosses boss tells me that he has cancer, and that's one of the reasons I'm being given this new responsibility, I say something useless about how "awful" cancer is, or that is sucks, or something.

Next, I'm walking to Saskatchewan. With my dad. We're both just walking along the highway. Walking along the Yellowhead, actually. Only in retrospect does it become apparent that, though we're walking to Saskatchewan, that we're walking in the exact opposite direction. It's probably a cloudy summer day, there's green grass, no snow, but no harsh sun beating down on us either. We walk from Edmonton as far as the Highway 43 exit, and then some. I remember thinking, "Oh, maybe we should take a break," and then realizing that if we did stop walking at this point that we've driven ourselves too hard and that our muscles would begin to seize and we physically wouldn't be able to continue on. I realize I've forgotten the keys to the truck. We end up getting to a sub-division which, coincidentally, looks exactly like the sub-division I grew up in. I comment about this, in-dream, and shrug it off to unimaginative urban development. I mean, why wouldn't there be sub-divisions exactly the same as one another? This one is currently being built as well, so really, they're only reusing an plan that hasn't been used in 30 years. We walk up to the house that would be ours, and find a truck exactly like our own. We steal it. Yet we don't? We end up travelling along the road on an exercise bike that, conveniently, also has wheels and can be rode along the highway like a regular bike. I'm in control, my dad is sitting behind me, and somewhere along the line we picked up some lady that they knew. They're sitting on the back of the exercise bike as we approach a turn-off followed by a bend in the road. They're wrapped up in their conversation, and I don't know which route I'm supposed to take, so I end up going over the side and in to a shallow rocky pond. I look behind me to see that my dad and this lady had already jumped off, as I lay there in the water. And then I woke up.

...and then I woke up.