Awake

Listening to a single bird somewhere up the street (out in the street itself, surprisingly; not in the back garden where the trees are) and the occasional cars. I woke from a bad dream: riding the subway through a maze of half-underground sidings, a cross between the railway cuttings near Liverpool Street and the cut-and-cover "tunnels" of the Toronto TTC, then the scene changed to a new subdivision being built at the edge of town, walking with L through scraps of wheatfields between the half-built houses, being menaced by a pair of hyenas/wild dogs/lynxes and my utter inability to fend them off or defend us. Meh.