Date: 6/3/2022
By Aler
I am in Toronto for one more day, and want to visit the national gallery. I’m near the top of a hill and walk down towards the water. I ask someone for directions and remember that the national gallery is in Ottawa, not Toronto. In my dream, the two cities have the same shape. Since I can’t get to the gallery in time, I decide to visit a museum, but they’re also all in Ottawa. I try to find the zoo. I end up in a movie theatre in a mall. I buy a ticket and wait for an hour before I realize I made a mistake and this isn’t the zoo. It’s too late, so we (who?) start to drive out of the city into fields. I want to do something before I leave. A tiny local museum or even a walk in a park. Eventually we find a farm museum dedicated to a satanic ritual that was held many years ago. A barn is full of sunlight and wax. I take some pictures. It’s ok.