Dreamed of being introduced to scuba diving in the Pacific Ocean; walking on a semi-outdoor trail south of Amherst, N.S.; waking up in a car driving eastward on the Trans-Canada Highway in western New Brunswick toward dawn.
Open Doors Toronto weekend! I visited the St. James Cathedral bell tower (I was hoping to meet some of the Classical Music Meetup people, but didn't); the King Edward Hotel's unrestored but historic top-floor ballroom; Hotel Victoria; the Church of the Holy Trinity (I walked along the nearby Trinity Square maze); and the Gilbert Studio (where I saw a darkroom demonstration).
Dinner was the rest of the Chinese food.
We started looking at the DVD of David Starkey's documentary Monarchy, about the kings of England. The first disc wouldn't play, so we started with the second. (It's sixteen hours long, and it's due back at the library in a week.)
Went to a Karaoke Meetup at TKO's, near Coxwell Station. I sang "Hold Me Now" and "Sway."
Dreamed of showering in the back yard of my old home in Sackville, N.B. through a hole in the garden hose; the cuff on my pants getting undone; visiting a junior high school locker room; looking off a cliff to some nearby islands that turned out to be a lot closer than I thought.
Sent an email to Henson Trust Associates inquiring about propert arrangements before applying to the Ontario Disability Supports Program.
Dinner was Chinese food.
Went to the Trash Palace's latest classroom film show. Their longest film was a 1979 evangelical production Cult Explosion. I won a free DVD of classroom films in a raffle. At the end they said the Trash Palace in its current form is ending after this summer.
At choir practice last night we did the Nabucco finale. (I was going to compliment Carmen on how well-dressed she was, but didn't get the chance to speak to her.)
Suffered cramps in both my legs when I woke up in the morning. (Maybe it resulted from a sleeping pill.)
Dreamed of a non-existent 1950s movie with Laurence Olivier and Grace Kelly; beggars approaching us for food at my old home in Sackville, N.B.; reflecting on the strange feelings caused by changes in life, where even old things seem new.