Monthly Archives: May 2012

steppy run

While out on a run on a warm sunny afternoon, I was running up some ladder-stairs with pressure-treated wood treads and metal rails situated in a ~6′ gap between new glassy buildings in Medford. I needed to get back to a woods nexus of roads (maybe five coming together, probably inspired by the RL south Winchester Main/Grove corner) that seemed familiar from other dreams, not necessarily always in Medford but maybe sometimes in Hancock, and in this case I had to go up a cliff (not visible) and found the ladder leading up it, which I had run up a previous version of five years earlier when I lived there before. At the top I ended up on the roof of a house that was opened up to a neat attic/porch inside that I had to enter and exit the front door of in order to proceed on the run (at this point the sun was still high but it seemed like later afternoon) but I remembered that it was OK because the owners of the house allowed members of the public to pass through (like hiking through farmers’ fields in Switzerland) so I hopped down into the house and continued on toward the intersection I’d been looking for.

eclipse troubles

I accidentally looked directly at the solar eclipse (outside at home in NH, the sun in the low east-southeast; the sky was dark as night) and my left eye went all VHS-warpy but I hoped that there wouldn’t be permanent damage. I turned on my camera and pointed it toward the eclipse and the viewscreen got circular patches, so I averted it. Later I realized that the eclipse had actually been in totality when I looked at it — I could see the corona but not the photosphere — and hoped that that meant I wouldn’t have any eye damage. #scary

owl room

It seemed that I was at a Wms reunion, over a couple of days and a variety of dream scenes:

  • A couple of friends and I visited a room containing a resident owl, a small one like a saw-whet owl. We needed to be careful not to let him attack our faces; we were advised to face the walls so that he couldn’t have much momentum flying toward our faces, but while we were still at the entrance (at the south side of the room, which was a tall cathedral-ceiling space seemingly the entire size of the house) he flew down to us and landed on my shoulder, and sort of pecked softly at me, the others saying that it showed that he liked me; it was a little bit painful, but quite cute.
  • Other people were looking through yearbook-like reunion books with some loose papers interleaved and I wondered why I hadn’t gotten one, and it turned out I’d forgotten to sign in when I arrived, which had been happening at “lower Mills,” i.e. the lower Dodd complex.

war chocolates

At home in NH on an early morning, the air/sky was super-clear; it was pre-leafout but with northeastern low warm sun, shining on the trees at the southern end of the field and also on the honeysuckles, both looking really ruddy. In the field were (I think) Wu-Tang, or at least a group of rappers, playing war games with some small military figurines that I think were foil-wrapped chocolate cremes like Cadbury Eggs. Some of the figurines were getting violently disfigured in the game. This shifted to being in a filleted-octagonal concrete/linoleumish room with a west window and fluorescent lighting, where two guys were battle-rapping; I was eating something but started beatboxing to back them up, just a simple 90bpm “boof-boof-tlak” (tlak = tongue click). It sounded good, like the snaps on “Bring da Ruckus”. They were circling like vultures around the edges of the room (only about 12′ in diameter) and so did I, maybe in the opposite direction.

table team

  • I was at a corner in downtown Boston, by high limestone buildings; the printers (printing machines, that is) for my office were on the north side of one of the buildings, next to the west side of another building with a signmaker’s office and laminating etc. machines on the exterior likewise. A laminated sheet was printed and dropped on the ground; I picked it up and put it back on the tray. Later I was walking around on the inside of the signmaker’s office as he talked to a client.
  • A couple of high school friends and maybe some of my coworkers were working at computers around a desk. We established that our team (the people at the table) had the highest proportion of Macs of all the office teams. I was using my iMac, sitting at the south end of the table, which was aligned north-south, seemingly outside on a somewhat overcast day (no direct sun) with the ground sloping gradually down to the southeast; on the table was a magazine/book one of the high school friends had written containing a series of essays, including some about child-rearing, but the one I latched onto was a long essay about techno, which I hadn’t known he listened to. I wanted to ask both of them if they remembered having taken Honors Bio with another friend of ours. At that point the table was somewhere else outside, in the sun, aligned east-west, and I was sitting near the middle of the north side.
  • Later in the same scene, I was walking south on the west side of College Ave in the Tufts area, but it was looking more like the backyard at home in NH, (and that is where my draft notes end with a hanging comma.)

beardctionary

  • There was a woman talking on train about how Bostonians should stop complaining since the conditions of the cities in Greater Boston were a lot better than other cities; I countered that there were still pockets of poverty, but agreed that other cities had it worse off, e.g. St. Louis’s north side and East St. Louis — this turned into writing on lined paper about North STL and East STL’s “missing teeth” (at which point I was visualizing a sunny late afternoon in North STL) and then into actually being in East STL in a fairly open space but by some brutalist buildings on an overcast day.
  • My friend Andrew from high school had an epic art-dictionary project, including a large set of semi-flat carved stone faces that morphed as if from one generation to another many times over; it also had morphing red/black (in varying proportions) beards, and lots of other fanciful components to the dictionary as well.