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May. 21st, 2005 02:01 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
capri0mni(Want to get this down, before my brain is filled with other things)
In a dream this morning, I was riding in a car with a woman whom I don't recognize from my waking life; she was driving, and I was in the passenger seat. The car had dark red fabric uphostlry. We were going past and through industrial, old-city type places -- lots of the undersides of bridges and girders, and I-beams. At one point, we drove past a large reservoir, with lots of internal water gates and steps and thing that kept the water moving. I don't remember having the impression that the water was going anywhere, such as being released to the sea or anything, but I do remember the froth of whitewater contrasting with the darker still water around it, and it all seemed very engineered and important, somehow.
At one point, the woman driving the car left the road and drove up the embankment along the side, to drive, instead, across some homeowner's driveway and lawn, and I thought: "That's an interesting choice! Wonder why it's important..."
Eventually, we get to where we are going: an old, steel-framed and steel-walled building that must have been the peak of modern-cutting edge design back in the 50's or 60's, but is now rather run-down and somewhat rusty -- much like the cityscape we had receently driven through.
We're told that in order to get to the room we have to get to, we can't get there directly, but have to take the old elevator in the back. After a bit of wondering around something reminiscent of an Escher print, we find the elevator. The door is a large, solid roll-up steel door, like those on the front of garages, or the security doors on some city shops.
When we (or I... I don't have a clear memory of the woman still being there, though I don't remember at which precise point she stopped being there) open the garage door, it's as large as a garage or storehouse, inside -- and it's crudely furnished: steel shelves, with books and knick-knacks, a red sort-of futon/sofa/mattress on the floor in one corner, and I think a table and chair in another corner. There's an old black and white tv on a stand, where someone could watch it from the futon, and the walls had been patchily "wallpapered" with scraps of corregated cardboard.
Someone had clearly been living here, and I think my impression in the dream was that they had moved out a while back, and just left the place, but he may have just stepped out for a bit. I remember feeling a mix of sadness at the desperation of the stranger who so deeply needed to hide (my sense was that it was a legitimate need -- that he'd been in danger -- and not an irrational phobia), and admiration for the quiet, comfortable dignity he had fashioned for himself. And I thought: "I could do this, too, if I had to."
And then, I think, I began to wake up....
--
And as I lay in bed, remembering this dream, I realized that elevators that were as large as functional rooms -- that are functional rooms -- have appeared in several of my dreams, occasionally. Sometimes, they are posh, velvet and gold affairs, or polished stainless steel marvels of new art deco, or simply utilitarian, but they keep showing up. Makes sense, really, as I've needed to search out elevators all my life if I've needed to get from one floor to another in my waking life.
In a dream this morning, I was riding in a car with a woman whom I don't recognize from my waking life; she was driving, and I was in the passenger seat. The car had dark red fabric uphostlry. We were going past and through industrial, old-city type places -- lots of the undersides of bridges and girders, and I-beams. At one point, we drove past a large reservoir, with lots of internal water gates and steps and thing that kept the water moving. I don't remember having the impression that the water was going anywhere, such as being released to the sea or anything, but I do remember the froth of whitewater contrasting with the darker still water around it, and it all seemed very engineered and important, somehow.
At one point, the woman driving the car left the road and drove up the embankment along the side, to drive, instead, across some homeowner's driveway and lawn, and I thought: "That's an interesting choice! Wonder why it's important..."
Eventually, we get to where we are going: an old, steel-framed and steel-walled building that must have been the peak of modern-cutting edge design back in the 50's or 60's, but is now rather run-down and somewhat rusty -- much like the cityscape we had receently driven through.
We're told that in order to get to the room we have to get to, we can't get there directly, but have to take the old elevator in the back. After a bit of wondering around something reminiscent of an Escher print, we find the elevator. The door is a large, solid roll-up steel door, like those on the front of garages, or the security doors on some city shops.
When we (or I... I don't have a clear memory of the woman still being there, though I don't remember at which precise point she stopped being there) open the garage door, it's as large as a garage or storehouse, inside -- and it's crudely furnished: steel shelves, with books and knick-knacks, a red sort-of futon/sofa/mattress on the floor in one corner, and I think a table and chair in another corner. There's an old black and white tv on a stand, where someone could watch it from the futon, and the walls had been patchily "wallpapered" with scraps of corregated cardboard.
Someone had clearly been living here, and I think my impression in the dream was that they had moved out a while back, and just left the place, but he may have just stepped out for a bit. I remember feeling a mix of sadness at the desperation of the stranger who so deeply needed to hide (my sense was that it was a legitimate need -- that he'd been in danger -- and not an irrational phobia), and admiration for the quiet, comfortable dignity he had fashioned for himself. And I thought: "I could do this, too, if I had to."
And then, I think, I began to wake up....
--
And as I lay in bed, remembering this dream, I realized that elevators that were as large as functional rooms -- that are functional rooms -- have appeared in several of my dreams, occasionally. Sometimes, they are posh, velvet and gold affairs, or polished stainless steel marvels of new art deco, or simply utilitarian, but they keep showing up. Makes sense, really, as I've needed to search out elevators all my life if I've needed to get from one floor to another in my waking life.
