I woke up this morning with vivid recollections of a nightmare I dreamt last night. The particulars of the dream are unimportant, revolving around some of my neuroses, but central to the mental narrative was a city in which the nightmare occurred: Mayfield, Texas.
Prior to this dream I had never heard of this place, and the only Mayfield I can recall is the fictional city in the old television program Leave It to Beaver. So I woke with a determination to find out why this place in the middle of nowhere entered my head in the dark hours of the night.
The first permanent settlers arrived to the Texas panhandle in what would become Mayfield in 1865, and at one point there were 278 students in the local school. By the 1980s Mayfield began to disappear from maps, and there were only twelve Mayfield residents as of the 2000 census, and I am assuming that the area is bereft of condo hotels or other signs of a booming tourist trade.
No help there; that leaves me with only the Beaver reference, or perhaps the Everytown-sounding quality of the name "Mayfield" as sources of inspiration for the location elucidated in my dream.
Or maybe my overactive imagination - churning terrifying thoughts for which my somnolent self could not turn off - simply created the name as a convenient setting for the tormenting story that continues to unsettle me even in my conscious state.
Unless this, too, is a dream...