Dreams and Reality


 Photo Above : My Mom with her great grandchild 

My posts on WordPress are mostly about science-fiction dreams or something related to reality.  

And I write about them.

But, last night was the most strangest dream I’ve ever encountered. 

In my dream an older lady accidentally phone my cell number, saying she was in trouble.  You could tell by her voice, she must of been an older grandmother type because her voice was frail. 

I said,” Where are you?”  

She told me,” The town of Perinton.”

Then, as fast as the call started, it quickly end.  The phone hug-up.

What’s strange is ?  I’ve never heard of the town of Perinton.  So, since the dream was still in my head – I looked it up.

According to Wikipedia* : “Perinton is a town in Monroe County, New York, United States. The population was 46,462 at the 2010 census. The village of Fairport is within the town on the Erie Canal.”

Go figure!  

And it’s eerie she specifically said, ” The town of  Perinton”.  For all I knew, Perinton could have been a city, or across the world.  But, sure enough, it’s a town within Monroe County, New York.

What else is interesting about my dream? 

 Most dreams are related to what you have done before consciously or subconsciously, the day of, a week before or even years ago.  Scientists say dreams are a way for your brain to depose of the garbage, sort of speak.  Your brain is similar to a processor in a computer, processing, calculating and organizing your thoughts.  It begins to defragment (get rid of ) your thoughts throughout the day.  And, of course, you may  act out those thoughts.

But here’s what’s interesting.  

Not once have I ever come across the town of Perinton.   I have never looked it up before either or have I subconsciously picked it up somewhere.  And no, the day before I never thought of this town or came across it.  It’s a complete mystery to me. 

Why Perinton? 

I live in western Canada, approximately 2100 miles from the town of Perinton, New York.
It’s without a doubt, dreams certainly have an impact on your life.  

It doesn’t matter what scientific explanation you may have, it all comes down to your own personal dream.  Just to be able to remember your dream the next morning is a challenge in itself. 

So, most importantly,” Is there a grandmother who needs help in the small town of Perinton?”  If you know a grandmother in Perinton, New York, see if she’s alright. 

Give your grandmother a call today! 

By Bari Demers – screenwriter 


Wikipedia – town of Perinton

What Really Matters

Today’s reality is about: What is important and what really matters?

Throughout our lives we struggle with making a living and sometimes forget what really matters. With Christmas once again upon us, it reminded me of the time when I was a little boy writing letters to Santa.

As an adult my wish list has changed, but the question is, does it really matter? Notice the sarcastic approach to my letter:

Dear Santa, God and Whoville,

I’ve been sort-of-a-good boy, well ok then, I’m a man. That’s pretty close to being good, wouldn’t you say?

All boys are good right ? Right?

Anyway, I would like just a few things this year. Really, the list isn’t that bad.

First and foremost, $100 million, so I can start Pre-Production of my screenplay – check it out here, it’s a mix genre film. Be careful, for its a screaming horror combined with a captivating science-fiction plot, sure to make you shake in your boots.


Anyway, let’s move on…

Now, If you can’t afford $100 million, just buy my screenplay for $150,000, along with my credits . That’s sure to make me happy! Don’t forget to give the screenplay to the famous Directors and/or Producers. They would love to make BLACK ANGELS into a blockbuster film, guaranteed to jolt you from the dead.

Don’t worry, it’s not my first screenplay. I assure you won’t be disappointed.

Oh, yes.

I’m kind of loving the new Mercedes S Class 4-Door Sedan S63 AMG 4-MATIC with twin turbo V-8. It would be a dream to drive around in. I mean, after all, my lawyer is driving one. So, why can’t I?

Humour is always good in our lives, so how about the book, “Universe” by Close Encounters Studios. The more humour I can get my hands on, the better.

And well, you already know I love all things ALIEN, including NASA and SPACE EXPLORATION. If I could get a trip into Space or possibly see Cape Canaveral (located next door to Kennedy Space Center) and/or Virgin Galactic, it would certainly be a plus.

I could use some new running shoes. You know, the ones I can never afford.

And yes.

I lost my bike previously, so I would be gratefully to have another one. Unfortunately the one I’m interested in is at least $1800. Sorry about that, sounds like I’m falling into the bracket considered as “high-maintenance”. Yes, I understand this is a little expensive, but no more mountain bikes for me. I just realized last week I’m getting older. Go figure!

And –

It’s time to upgrade to a better home computer by APPLE, you know, the new one. Its only $ 2749.

Wait! I have a better idea. Stop all this madness ! Scrap all the above!

Let’s concentrate on just one gift and lets make it a priority:

“I would like all the sick children in the world to be healthy immediately.”

Yes, you heard right, make ALL CHILDREN in the world FREE from SICKNESS and DEATH.

Ok? Do that instead of the materialistic things above.

And send a message to all the movie, hockey and football stars, billionaires, entrepreneurs of the “Shark Tank” and “Dragons Den“, famous directors and producers to send a gift to the sick children of their local hospitals.

Send this forward – Lets help our sick children.

Oh !

And one last thing, I would like to retire back home in the Okanagan. Really tired of having to wake-up to minus -40C weather, up here in the Great White North. As much as I love Canada, my bones need a little warmth.

Ok. So, I believe I’ve covered everything.

Don’t forget!

Every child deserves to see the world and live a full life. Each requires to be healthy, never going to bed hungry, have shelter & clothing and receive unconditional love. Let’s make their lives a happy one!

Alright then, I believe that’s it. Parents should never see their child die before them.

Bari Demers
(In loving memory of my daughter, Jenni Michelle Demers – Nov 5 1980)


When a Dream becomes a Nightmare

Today’s Dream isn’t considered a dream, but rather a nightmare. It starts off with me babysitting my grandchildren in our summer cottage retreat in the sunny Okanagan Valley. Images of my favourite rustic sandy beach with Okanagan Lake bursting with colours of turquoise and shades of blues.

A friend of mine from NASA pops over for a short visit while I entertain my grandchildren, Jason and Gill.

Watching the twins mingle, as if they were attached to the hip, really makes me think of the twins psychic theory (twins seem to possess a telepathic relationship).

I wonder if it’s true?

My friend, JC has just introduce me to the DJI drone ( a light mechanical multi-flying prop helicopter with cam visual capabilities). We’re going over the technical aspects of its overall operation, when a sixth sense triggers me to look up to see how the twins are doing.

I quickly notice Gill is not playing with Jason. Jumping off the couch, scanning the immediate known possibilities, I begin to worry realizing Gill is no where to be found,”OMG! Where is she?”

Grabbing Jason up into my arms, JC and I begin to scout the area separately.

JC says,” I’ll go outside and use the drone to check the overall grounds!”

I nodded,” Good idea! I’ll check every little crook and cranny here.”

My head is pounding, my worried face is evident.

JC grabs my arm,” Don’t worry, we’ll find her! Trust me. WE WILL FIND HER!”

His reinsurance helps but I still have that sick feeling in the pity of my stomach. My sadness says it all.

“DONT WORRY!” Were the last words I heard as JC runs out with the spider drone tightly grasped to his side.

It’s then, my dream takes on a POV (point of view perspective) from the cams drone. The panorama vision shows me a sharp crisp overall view of the sandy beach from a good 1000 ft up. The beach is packed full of vacationeers taking in the summers activities. My eagle eyes scan like a computing processor, quickly eliminating each subject, frantically looking for Gill.

Still no where to be found, my head is aching with pain. My fingers fumble the dreaded numbers, 911. Clearly I hear the female monotone voice on the other end,” 911, what’s your emergency?” My quivering voice screams out in panic,” My grandchild is missing. We can’t find her!”

Just like that my dreams ends, waking up in a pool of sweat. What the hell! What a nightmare. My mind races, trying to figure out why I would have such a terrible dream.

It just doesn’t make sense.

It’s then I think of Jenni, my daughter who died after a strange disease, what seems so long ago. Even our modern medical technology couldn’t save my little princesses. Maybe I still sense the immense lost and hope of that day thirty years ago.

And to make it worse, it’s my birthday today…

By Bari Demers

The photo below, is one of many I took from the waterfront in Kelowna, B.C.