Dreaming of a Waterfall...

Happy Mardi Gras, blogosphere!  It is 13 days until Spring, but who's counting?

The Horseshoe Falls

In 1992 (I was 9), we took a family trip to Niagara Falls.  We did the whole tourista bit: The Maid of the Mist, the Cave of the Winds, Observation Towers, and getting up close and personal with really fast-moving water right next to a really tall cliff (ehem...escarpment for you geology nuts).  Even though I was just a kid, I very much remember this trip.  We were spending the month in Rochester, NY because my Dad (who worked for Kodak at the time) was up there on business.  I'm pretty sure Rochester is Kodak's world headquarters or something, but anyway, Niagara Falls is only 2 hours away.  So we decided to take a family weekend trip.  Kids like me remember trips to Niagara Falls.

Anyway, I had the strangest dream last night.  I was in Niagara Falls with my Dad, and we were on the Maid of the Mist.  If any of you have been there, you know that this particular boat ride takes you right up to the base of the Horseshoe Falls.  Well, we went right up to the waterfall, turned around, and were dropped off on the Canadian side.  Couple of things here: first, the boat is an American attraction.  It never stops in Canada.  Second, we never went to the Canadian side when we took our family trip.  So this is uncharted territory for me.  Afterward, I went (without Dad) to a friend's apartment (who conveniently happened to live there).  At this point I don't remember whether I am in Ontario or New York, but what I clearly remember is that this apartment was located on Stephen F. Ross Boulevard.  I did a little research, and I don't even think there is a Stephen F. Ross Boulevard in the entirety of either country, let alone in Niagara Falls.  It was Stephen F. Ross Blvd., I kid you not.  So, at my friend's apartment, I got into an argument over...of all things...art.  While I am at this friend's apartment, I decide to rummage through a piece of the art collection on the fireplace when another friend pops in.  This friend chides me for touching art that the two of them together had collected, which apparently was news to me.  I don't even remember what these pieces of art were.

You still with me?  OK, then.

I storm off in shame and into my convertible (I wish...) parked right out front on Stephen F. Ross Blvd.  I get into the car and drive down Stephen F. Ross Blvd...being pursued of course by the second friend who entered the apartment (the friend who chided me for touching the art on the fireplace).  While driving down Stephen F. Ross Blvd (toward the Falls), I pass by PTI style heads-on-sticks of the second friend while going up a hill and down a hill toward a cul-de-sac.  I turn around and finally decide to confront this second friend with multiple heads-on-sticks.

It was at this point I wake up to Kansas' "Carry on my Wayward Son" blaring on my radio (great song by the way).  I went to hit the snooze button, but could not fall back asleep to see how that conflict would be resolved.  In any event, I am not in the business of dream analysis, but whenever I have concept dreams like this one I am very interested to have an idea about what they mean.  I have my theories, but I am very eager to hear what other people might have to say on this.