bedrow

Oh well hmm I remembered something from last night but have forgotten it since, but from the night before I remember just a couple of images: (1) at a twilighty time, accidentally leaving my rainjacket on a rocky area on a north-facing shore and being about to leave, maybe on a bus, but then remembering and retrieving it; (2) arriving with a class maybe at a campground-like place in the woods that we were going to stay at for a little bit; it was a sunny, summery early afternoon, and we were walking south past some clearings of various sizes; the place we were staying at was adjacent, I think, to a building, at the east edge of a small clearing with a larger clearing visible to the west; but the beds were out in the open air, just a whole row of twin-size beds side to side with a few feet of space in between each, and with a two- or three-inch stepdown in the ground level from one bed to the next. Weird.

top of Tufts

All I remember currently from last night is approaching the top of the Tufts campus (the central quads and the main drive that curves around up there) from the south by car with a couple of other people, at least one of whom hadn’t been there before, and I remembered things quite well from my few explorations there when I lived in Medford IRL. It was early morning, I think, maybe semi-frosty/hazy sunlight.

harbor room room hall

What I recall from last night was fairly action-filled; some connecting bits have faded since I woke up, but I know that there was an overall arc of the Doctor and, I think, his son (neither of which was me, I was an unspecified observer) having to escape from something. At one point they climbed up on some sort of platform, or maybe it was the deck of a large boat, at the edge of a harbor; the identity of the Doctor seemed unclear for a bit but soon crystallized to the Seventh Doctor, while a couple of other versions (the Sixth in particular) made appearances on the platform as well, maybe to mention a thing. The Doctor was talking quite excitedly about how they needed to stay ahead of the pursuers, and electronic swirls seemed to emanate from his eyes and mouth as he said this. The setting was sunny but with darkish clouds dominant in the sky. A later scene was in a windowless, maybe underground room, lit by fluorescent lights, long in the east-west direction, with storage shelves with all sorts of food on the west end, like the back room of a grocery store, which this seemed to indeed possibly be, and a couches and TV setup. The Doctor and his son, I guess, saw that they could safely hang out there indefinitely because of the ready supply of food and entertainment. Other people seemed to be around as well.

I just remembered the setting from another scene, which was a long shared bedroom in an apartment in a large hotel. The bedroom was on the top floor and faced a courtyard (possibly not extending all the way to the ground, but rather with a lower part of the roof as its base) on its south edge, and the exterior wall stepped south and east to create smaller spaces in the bedroom for each of the roommates. On the south side of the courtyard was an upper public hall of the hotel, which I initially mistook for another part of the bedroom; it contained a seating area, maybe a function room, maybe some stairs, and passageways to other parts of the hotel toward the south, from which bright south light was emerging.

possum case

OK just some quick rememberings from last nite: (1) I had a set of stacked folded PJ pants that were in Dad’s closet for some reason, and they started shifting around a bit as if an animal were nestled in, which was the case. At first when it peeked out it looked like a mouse, but then it turned and walked a bit and its body was much bigger than a mouse’s, so I became worried that it was a rat. However, it revealed itself to be a possum. Apparently the house had been having an ongoing possum problem. (2) A more vague memory is of playing basketball, I think, in a room or hall, maybe a gym, maybe something else. At any rate there were a bunch of other people around on the “court,” who we had to weave between while playing the game, so maybe it wasn’t an actual court. I think the floor was slippery as well, so we were sliding around a fair amount.

ferry caravan

Gotta get my act together a little bit here in the new decade. I don’t want to make this one of those ol’ three-post months. Anyway, here’s a couple of things I remember from, I’m pretty sure, last night:

• On a sunny afternoon, I was navigating a ferry through some fairly restricted waters, where the setting seemed to be a fusion of Amsterdam’s canals, the backyard in NH, and maybe Utö. I was following the Eivor ferry (which we IRL took to and from Utö last winter & spring) and a rowboat being rowed incredibly quickly and smoothly and keeping up with the ferries. We had to make a lot of turns around bridges and rocks and so on.
• Perhaps in a different part of the same scene, I located and restored a large quartz rock (about 2′ high and wide and about 1′ deep) to a place in or near the house where it had traditionally been.

emigration/beach

Oops, I’ve been letting some remembered scenes go by without even setting them down in a draft. I remember one scene though from each of the night before last and last night, which I’m just going to mash out both of in this post. What I remember from the first night is that I was assuming the role of a student in the USSR, who along with three other students was going to try to clandestinely escape the country. I was confused about where exactly I was and remember consulting with my parents on this seemingly prior to actually being there (we had to check the kitchen for bugs that might have been planted by the authorities). The plan seemed to be to take a train to Sweden and then to Finland around the Gulf of Bothnia, and then to fly to the US. In my head this was because Sweden, being a quasi-socialist state, was accessible from the USSR, and Finland was accessible from Sweden. There were a few locations, the first one being the covered entryway of a school building in, I guess, wherever we were in the USSR, with a glazed wall adjacent (on the east side), and we the students were entering the building at dusk; maybe it was raining; there was a lot of low-level artificial light from street lights and the inside of the building. There was the NH kitchen, as aforementioned, also lit dimly; there was a flying-overhead view of the NH field while I was hearing about the train travel plans. Weird.

The scene I remember from last night, then, is that on a warm sunny late afternoon in a summery season I was at a sort of ocean-scale version of the Norway Pond beach, and there were some amusing party people doing antics; I hung around for a while, there were a few friends there, and as I was about to leave, a whole slew of other friends arrived and congregated by a large tree on the beach (a palm?) and I stayed and hung out with them.

studio ship

Oops I almost started a new backlog up, but I decided to just get this done instead. From last night (21-22) the only scene I really remember is that my class had been having studio on a largish steel ship, and it was seemingly near the end of the semester now; we were out on the open water, and it was a hazy-clouded sunny afternoon. People working on different levels of the ship didn’t see each other’s work often; for instance, I was on an upper level (where there were large windows) and toured around a lower, clerestory-windowed level, and there I saw the work of lots of people that I hadn’t seen much at all as it developed through the semester.

review prep

Finally, here we are, all caught up. I woke up this morning (the 19th) into a dream that it was 1:40 PM and I had a review the very same afternoon. I had to readjust the excessively blurred paths and nodes on my site plan, which were in white, against a black background (with more colorful elements present as well), before I could print it out. I no longer recall what the inner dream was before that. I also have a memory that seemed to accompany the above, that I was walking or running along a winding open green space bordered by woods, extended generally east-west but with many turns, almost like a river through woods without the river; it was a sunny afternoon. It was somewhat Jensenesque except that the sun-opening was continuous, not episodic. Anyway, when I woke up for real and realized that final review and all the rest of my work for the semester had IRL come and gone already and that I didn’t really actually need to do that much today (besides catch up on this dang backlog), it was a wonderful flood of relief.

sunspots

From yesterday morning, the 18th: I was with WU UD classmates in a linear yard like a railyard, in the mid-morning. The depots and yard pointed south, though it alternatingly also seemed like west; there were light altostratus in the sky, but I was able to see sunspots on the sun, and I was seeing it as if in a zoomed-in view. The sunspots were really extensive, and they were often streaky; this was my brain’s conflation of two things it had IRL read about in this article: computer simulations of sunspot mechanics and dust devil streaks on the surface of Mars.

Norway slides

From the 17th (getting close!): I was in wintry Norway, but the clearing I was in was like the RL west edge (seemed like southeast) of the 14th hole at Port Royal Golf Course in Bermuda, with long view toward north (RL southeast) and southwest (RL north — this reminds me of how messed up my directions at Whale Bay are, similar to Helsinki [see previous post]). It was twilight; late deep daylight was coming mainly from the northwest. It was snowy and icy; I was traversing a ridge on southeast border of the clearing next to the woods. The ridge had a line of bowls (only about 10′ wide) carved into it, while it was flattish in the middle of the clearing. The height of the ridge increased toward the southwest; at the beginning, at the northeast end, I was able to slide down the bowls gently, but as I moved southwest, the slopes were more and more jagged, and I had to step down. There tended to be steps of stacked slate near the bases of these steeper bowls to aid in the climb, but the steps were oft somewhat iced-up, so that much care was still needed for the descents. At some points the bowls seemed to face a different direction than the main clearing, such as toward the northeast.