a new tiny piece of the puzzle

[quesarah]

A long time ago, I posted about a city that I often visit in my dreams -- visit, create, whatever. So much of my dreaming takes place there that it's barely worth mentioning most of the time. (Note that I provide that qualifier.)

So. The other night I was there in my dreams again, running errands, commuting to work, lots of the usual things I do over there. But I realized (remembered) that I have an apartment. It's in a really cool old mid-rise tower, lots of dark stone and reliefs. The interior is pretty groovy, albeit smallish. It's a few rooms, lots of exposed hardwood beams and flooring. It's near the funky arty bohemian part of town; I was meeting friends for coffee and dessert after work, and had to stop by my place to change clothes.

It was a really pleasant late afternoon/early evening, and there were loads of people out on the patios of all the cafes. It was great, there was a fantastic vitality in the air and a buzzing energy.

One thing that caught me by surprise was passing by one of the cafes and seeing K, a girl with whom I went to high school. She had a really sharp haircut and was chatting animatedly with several friends. I was pleasantly surprised, not the least because K died in 1990 or so. The thought registered, and then "well she looks really great" and then I was off to meet my mates.

Comments

[gonzo21.livejournal.com]

You ever felt you could draw a pretty accurate map of your dream city?

[biogeekgrrl.livejournal.com]

Hmm, chunks of it I think. This was one of the few times when I woke up and remembered specific details. Usually in the morning I just have impressions of what occurred the night before.