Dreams have been recurring. They usually feature my dad. A man I have not seen in the flesh for nearly 10 years. That’s a long time. And I wonder. And I wonder whether these images that haunt my subconscious have any bearing in present-day appearances.
No Nightmare on Elm Street
Doing my research, I find that as far as having lived in Invercargill it would be impossible to have a literal nightmare on Elm Street. You see, one of the reasons I have never lived on Elm Street in Invercargill is because there is no Elm Street in Invercargill. There is an Elm Crescent, but no Elm Street. So perhaps rather than Nightmare on Elm Street, I ought to have renamed this as Nightmare on Elm Crescent.
Even then, I’ve still never had a nightmare on Elm Crescent, so it would perhaps make this post altogether redundant.
Part of the school bus route was an Elm Street. It was used as a turning bay really. That’s about as close as I get.