I'm all smart in dreams

Last week I saw Sloan in Chicago. After the show, Kristina asked me where they were from. "Halifax? I think?" I replied. "Nova Scotia?"

"Is that Pacific Northwest?" she asked. I'd have changed names to protect the innocent here, but my response isn't going to win me any prizes either - "Ummm, yeah? Maybe?" I replied. That sounded reasonable enough to me. Really, my brain was just like, "Mmmmm. Somewhere in Canada. North."

And that was that. Until I went to sleep Saturday night, and dreamed about taking a trip. In my dream, I was trying to get a flight from Montreal to an East Coast city (gee, where would that have come from?) but when I looked at the airline's flight maps I saw that there were no direct flights. According to the map, I would have to make a stop in Halifax.

My dreaming brain registered that this was a funny place for a layover, especially since I'd just been talking about Halifax. Here's the weird part: it also noted, with some surprise, that according to the map, Nova Scotia wasn't in the Pacific Northwest at all! In fact, it was pretty damn far east. And Halifax wasn't even very northern - it appeared to be at a roughly similar latitude to Montreal.

I remembered this dream when I woke up. (Obviously.) I was ready to dismiss my kooky little dream map of North America, until a little voice in my head said, "Hey. Wait a sec." All of you who aren't retarded about Canadian geography know where this is going, but bear with me. My first thought that this might actually be close to the truth was based on the teachings of L.M. Montgomery. I do know where Prince Edward Island is located, and I remembered that Anne of Green Gables had taken a jaunt or two over to Nova Scotia in her time. Which would imply...

I checked a real, non-dream map. And yeah. Halifax is, oddly enough, right where my dreaming brain evidently knew it was. I can accept subconsciously knowing where Nova Scotia is located, but Halifax? Specifically? Dude.