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March 15, 2006
another dream 
It's somewhat ironic that Neca tagged me as having weird dreams, because I had another whopper last night!
So, I dreamt I was on a trip with Sara. Or, maybe we both just happened to be in the same exotic place at the same time? Anyways, we were in the big exotic foreign... thing. Like a coliseum, or european public market, or a mall, or a train station. Imagine big space with the exterior ringed with shops/restaurants/cafes, and doors to the outside. We see a booth/stall/business, and it's mostly obscured by sheetrock*, and so both of us are like, what is that? We gotta know. We're overcome with curiosity.
Well, we remove the boulder or whatever is holding us back—whatever, it's huge. We go in, and it's basically a table of religiously themed jewelery: I am struck by the most gorgeous rosary-esque necklace in a light green variscite-like stone—it's gorgeous, I've got to have it. But it's really unclear what language they are speaking. Then Sara starts speaking this flawless french** and procures the necklace. My hero!
Then we start to leave, except it's not clear where the exit is.
So we start moving quickly down these tunnel-like hallways. They aren't small or low-ceiling, but they're obviously not designed for the public. We go upstairs, downstairs, through doorways, into offshoots. We finally come into what appears to be the end of the line: the hallway ends at a puddle of water with a ladder reaching up to a platform which has 2x4s x'ed across its entrance. There's a door there of course, but it doesn't look like it's a real door.
By this point, we are a crowd, and the despair is palpable.
I immediately backtrack. There has to be a way out! And taking a non-descript hallway, which leads to a room which becomes another hallway, I find someone coming out who says, yes, that is an exit. I excitedly run back to the crowd and tell them the good news—that I just encountered someone who pointed the way to the exit. Then I realize that I should have checked to see if it was the exit. Man!
But we go follow his directions, and sure enough, we open a door and end up on a live railway platform. Like, the rails are about 3 feet away from the door, and a railway employee is standing on his shallow platform, and motions for us to be careful. Uh, we were looking for the exit, I say. Oh, he says. Just go upstairs, and points to a stairway behind him. And we do. And we're back in the train station, but now the doors are clearly visible.
WTF?
* The obscuring by sheetrock is no doubt a reference to My Place of Work. My building exterior is being remodeled and so they have sheetrocked over the external entrances to the store and the coffee shop. It's a big PITA because in so doing, they closed (and for all intensive purposes, put out of business) our tiny little coffee shop which made very variable coffee and fairly reliable espresso, some of the best breakfast sandwiches in more than a 4 block area, and the world's fastest lunches. The building has wanted to force the coffee shop out for awhile, which seems so silly given that it has prime realestate available on two of its four sides. Hrrrmph!
** Sara and I went to the same college but not at the same time. That college requires you to be proficient in a language by the time you graduate. Sara was proficient in spanish, me in french and german. (At least she uses hers!)
Posted at March 15, 2006
Comments
wow. french, huh? that's cool. i wish i actually knew any!
and spanish, eh, i dunno how proficient i remain -- i was trying to talk to someone on the phone in spanish this AM and it took like ten minutes to figure out a. that she wanted to update her address, b. what the address was, c. what her name was, and d. how to spell it.
Posted by: sara at March 15, 2006 11:33 AM