Monthly Archives: November 2007

hilly estate

I dunno, this is from yesterday – I remembered a bunch of scenes right when I got up but they have faded to the vague memory of one, which was that I and some other peoples were visiting a big forested estate on rolling hills owned by some woman who was fairly prominent; it was somewhere in southern NH, and there was like a house and some other buildings there, and it was of a midmorning. My mental image of it is an aerial view. I sort of have an idea that we got over there in a sweeping kind of way, like on a sleigh on rails or something.


I was in my apartment on the inside but when I went outside it was also Givens, on a clear, pleasant warm-season midmorning, and I saw the sun in what seemed to be the northwest (i.e. the southwest), but it was only reflecting off the glass wall of the atrium to the Thompson Science buildings. Because I was also in the Williams Science Quad. Trilocation: rather an accomplishment.


I was walking into the main campus at WU of a sunny afternoon and a guy strode up to me and asked “Bus?” as to whether I was getting on a nearby coach bus, as it was leaving soon. It turned out to be a WXC bus, and the team was in one of the quads doing some warmup strides. I said hi to them as they passed by to get on the bus. Later, I was in a house talking with Neal and Mike about grammar, and sometimes voices were raised, for some reason, and when that happened some people on the porch outside the window politely asked us to keep it down. Also a guy was having issues with permission to park his white SUV (it wasn’t OJ, though) out front on the lawn.

buildings on wator

This is actually supposed to be yesterday. I remember two scenes, both having to do with being in a building by water: (1) my parents and I were at the Harris Center and exploring the addition, which contrary to RL was a sort of multiroom, open-air pitched-roof yet modernist-material pavilion floating on a reflecting pool in the woods downhill from the original building; (2) I was, on a sunny midday, on a roofed deck of a building beside a bay that was polluted and yucky and fed into a larger body of water (maybe a river, maybe an ocean) and there was a ship sinking, with people on it, into the bay right next to the building. Yet somehow the people were getting out of the ship (I don’t remember whether it was apparent how) and everyone was safe, and though there were a lot of people around and a bunch of onlookers to the sinking ship in particular, it seemed like I was the only one taken aback.