Dreams about places
Apr. 8th, 2020 07:54 amTwo dreams that I recall.
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shalmestere wanted me to meet her at Washington Square after work, and she was convinced that I would get confused and try to meet her in Washington Heights instead. I assured her that I knew the difference very well, and would meet her at Washington Square. But my workplace was close to Washington Heights, so that's where I went to catch the subway down to Washington Square. In the dream, the subway enters a tunnel just (say, thirty yards) north of the station, and I was at the entrance to this tunnel. I saw a path right next to the tracks that appeared to go to the platform; I was running a bit late, so I decided to take that rather than going around the outside. But the path got narrower and narrower, and dropped off farther and farther below the level of the platform, so I decided I'd better turn around and go around the outside after all. At which point I saw the train coming into the tunnel behind me, and my concern became not "will I catch the train?" but "will I get out of the narrow part of the path and avoid being hit by the train?" And, as often happens in dreams, my legs suddenly didn't work. Fortunately, the train slowed down entering the station, and I seemed to be escaping when I woke up.
2) Two girls have become friends through their high school French class. One (short, dark-haired, sorta Jewish-looking) lives with her mother, while the other (taller, greyish-brown hair) lives with her father, and the parents meet through them; they sorta like one another, but nothing romantic has happened. They live in San Francisco, and they've all become fond of a particular bakery. The father, in fact, is so fond that he looked up the bakery's flagship store in Montreal, and he wants to go there to study pastry-making, and he wants to take both girls and the mother with him. Mother thinks this is sorta crazy, but what the hell, let's give it a try. There's a shot of a San Francisco street scene, looking up towards one of its hilltops, and it morphs into a Montreal street scene, looking up towards Mont Royal, to indicate that the road trip has happened. And then I woke up to the alarm.
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shalmestere wanted me to meet her at Washington Square after work, and she was convinced that I would get confused and try to meet her in Washington Heights instead. I assured her that I knew the difference very well, and would meet her at Washington Square. But my workplace was close to Washington Heights, so that's where I went to catch the subway down to Washington Square. In the dream, the subway enters a tunnel just (say, thirty yards) north of the station, and I was at the entrance to this tunnel. I saw a path right next to the tracks that appeared to go to the platform; I was running a bit late, so I decided to take that rather than going around the outside. But the path got narrower and narrower, and dropped off farther and farther below the level of the platform, so I decided I'd better turn around and go around the outside after all. At which point I saw the train coming into the tunnel behind me, and my concern became not "will I catch the train?" but "will I get out of the narrow part of the path and avoid being hit by the train?" And, as often happens in dreams, my legs suddenly didn't work. Fortunately, the train slowed down entering the station, and I seemed to be escaping when I woke up.2) Two girls have become friends through their high school French class. One (short, dark-haired, sorta Jewish-looking) lives with her mother, while the other (taller, greyish-brown hair) lives with her father, and the parents meet through them; they sorta like one another, but nothing romantic has happened. They live in San Francisco, and they've all become fond of a particular bakery. The father, in fact, is so fond that he looked up the bakery's flagship store in Montreal, and he wants to go there to study pastry-making, and he wants to take both girls and the mother with him. Mother thinks this is sorta crazy, but what the hell, let's give it a try. There's a shot of a San Francisco street scene, looking up towards one of its hilltops, and it morphs into a Montreal street scene, looking up towards Mont Royal, to indicate that the road trip has happened. And then I woke up to the alarm.
