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I am driving my car on a dark winter night in a port city and I skid off the road while turning over trolley tracks and plunge into the harbour's icy cold and black water to die. For years this was a recurring fear, popping up at unexpected times. It became quite vivid and for a long time I thought it could be a prophesy. The city was usually Toronto, which was strange because I had never been to Toronto until much later in life and in deepest summer. The visit had no impact on the fear, which is to say it didn't come up and the images in my fear did not seem to fit with my real experiences of Toronto.