Just walking along

You know how in a dream you’re walking along and something’s happening and all of a sudden it just switches, and you’re somewhere else and it gets increasingly surreal? Yeah – so that happened to us the other night.

John and I were taking a short evening walk, just before sunset. We headed in a slightly different direction than normal and suddenly we were in a western town.

It was sort of fun, but sort of very bizarre. Like, where are we? How did this happen?

Ok I admit, the telephone booth is cute. Not so sure about the rest of it though.

It was sort of creepy. I mean, is this really still ok? “wah lee laundry”? Seriously?

When John came back on a different day with Biska, she was scared of the tiger statue.

Here comes a little train.

It looked like people were having fun, but I found the whole thing to be sort of unsettling, like when a dream is heading in the wrong direction.

Turns out this bizarre place is called Trail Dust Town. Of all the things to be within walking distance from my house.

I think if I had known a western town was within walking distance, and we had gone there deliberately, it would not have seemed so bizarre to me.

I’ve been recently meditating on the concept of the “unexpected” and how I react to the unexpected. Sometimes with delight, sometimes disappointment, sometimes fear, and sometimes dream-like confusion. Where are we and why is there a wagon?

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