Monthly Archives: September 2012

sudden sleet

I was in the kitchen in NH standing looking out the west windows, talking to my mom; it was overcast out. I looked away briefly and when I looked back, the ground had been covered white by sleet and it was continuing to fall.

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forest drive

I was driving with my parents through hilly countryside in England, really beautiful forests with lots of paper birches mixed in with darker trees. It seemed fairly monochrome, maybe partly near dusk.

firemixes

I was listening to Jimi Hendrix “Fire” and thought again about how it was a proto-drum-and-bass rhythm and how it would be interesting to remix it as such. I later read on Twitter that a bunch of first-generation d&b producers had done just that and listened to samples of the results where possible. Some were sort of cheesy with vocal reinterpretations. Photek’s was the best, closest to what I’d imagined in my mind’s eye (ear). I wrote a blog entry about it, as in actually wrote the whole thing out in the dream, making me late for helping with supper prep (I was at home in NH). Earlier I had been walking down a steep curved road in the woods from an area of McMansion development.

Estonia morning

During morning twilight, I was riding south through Estonia on a bus; the surroundings were very green and maybe misty. I wanted to run to the southern border and then back to Tallinn (my draft notes don’t specify where I wanted to get off the bus to start the run). I was somewhat unnerved by the lack of shoulder on the highway. The road lines were dashed and green. At one grade-level interchange, the highway curved all around.

Marienfeld paths

  • I was on a familiar north-south path extending south from a road, going to Marienfeld to the north, but going through a farmhouse in the woods on the southern extension (definitely an echo of an earlier dream scene); in this case I was east of the path in a clearing, with the farmhouse uphill to the west. I went up to the farmhouse to look at the trail and there were some campers nearby, and one of the guys who lived in the house, around my age, told me he was having a problem with something they were doing (they seemed to be having campfires in tilted white plastic buckets) and wondered whether he should ask them to stop, and I was like “yeah of course they’re on your property after all.”
  • In another familiar location, at the lake at the end of a short drive to the west of the north-south asphalt road near Marienfeld (always seemingly a bright-overcast day), there was a flat raised rock at the water’s edge (~3′ wide) that I remembered being split from earlier, but now was reminded was bisected by the NH/Maine border and painted to indicate this in gregarious colors, with an outlined dashed line for the border.