Date of dream: Monday, February 01, 2010
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I was in a subway station in New York, although it looked more like London with exposed brick and steep steps leading to the turnstile. i was talking to a man sitting in a chair with bill gates, also sitting. i was standing. the man, who might have been homeless, told me about an idea he had in the 90s to put up all the vintage photographs he's collected of the city, blown up as posters, in an art project in city subway stations. there would have been a corresponsind website and this would have been a big deal, because people didn't really make websites for these kind of things. he told me what the URL was. but the mayor of new york thought it was too cmplicated and they couldn;t get funding
bill gates didn't say anything except agree it would have been a great project. for some reason the idea made me emotionsl and i said something like "i think a lot of people collect those photographs and are attached to them..." before i could say that i think in cities like boston and new york, the photographs are kind of like baby photographs, since the city was just growing up, I was worried I was going to cry and didn't say that.
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Date of dream: Sunday, November 01, 2009
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Part 1: I am driving and that song "that's not my name" comes on. I really don't like the song, but I'm bored and pay attention to the lyrics and it sounds like she says her real name is Apharnia. I google her name and the song lyrics, once i'm out of the car and see she lives in boston as well. then i google her full name. There's an old page from like 2004 or so with her name and address. It's right by me, so I walk to it.
So I walk in. It's the MIT Press office. I walk downstairs to where the listed suite number is, it is the basement. There's a small foyer before an office where I see a tall slender girl moving different books in and out of boxes. She is mixed race Black and Indian and very pretty. I don't know how we started talking, but I believe she has me mistaken for another MIT Press employee. I tell her I like the song, even though this isn't true and say something like it's a great throwback to 80s postpunk like the Delta 5. I said it's all over the radio and you can't escape that song, and she is surprised, because she made the song more as a joke and had no intention of leaving her job. At this point she starts kissing me, I back away no expecting this and also feeling weird about lying about how I got there. Then some real MIT employees arrive and they hang out in the foyer and they are all cool and I'd like to be friends with them.
We all walk out to the new student center that is still in construction. the center is what looks like the caster on an office rolling chair. It is attached to a massive column that keeps the ceiling up. The roof is like a flying saucer, with one edge on the ground, the other even higher in the sky. In the interior are puffy diamond shaped foil bricks. A sort of geodesic dome that can expand when further shelter is needed. One of her friends tells me The foil bricks will unfold and extend to cover the exposed surface. All of it is extraordinarily high above us and feels more like a NASA craft than a university building.
We are waiting for the geodesic awning to expand and retract as it's possible they might do that. Her friends are talking about Gdansk and how easy it is to get there from Boston. At this point my friend Rex walks by and he tells me he can only say hi for a little while due to work, but he is in town tomorrow as well. I try to convince him to stay because of the retractable geodesic awning.
It doesn't end up unfolding after all. So I go home.
Part 2: It's still the evening. I look out my window and there are massive black sculptures flying in the sky that look like squid. The face and tentacles are cover in what looked like christmas lights. then they explode and i realize it's fireworks. dozens more fireworks go off. they are exploding in complex patterns. i go outside and see that the city is covered in tiny chrismaslights. every possible edge of a surface. a couple from china is getting married they are smiling widely under a chrismas light crazy palm tree. it is boston but it looks more like barcelona
I get in a cab and the driver goes extremely fast. I get an incredible view of the city, but now, somehow I am in Paris. We are zooming by brightly lit white buildings against pitch dark night sky. I get to my destination and it is light out. I'm standing on a cobblestone footbridge. I come across to american expat kids -- study abroaders, probably-- asking each other about an orgy and how much does it cost.
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another dream where there is no atlantic ocean and getting to paris or gdansk is as easy as hiring a taxi. i know who the ting tings are and i'm not a fan. can't explain that bit.
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Date of dream: Thursday, June 18, 2009
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A big event, created by advertising agencies. A dance, apparantly a big part in colonial times, is recreated. something like Sadie Hawkins day, a big "ball." In all major cities it is scheduled to occur, but I wasn't really interested. My friend and I were looking to book a flight to Miami for the weekend but I was worried about getting time off work. then a girl i don't know too well asked if i was going to this big fancy dance. i considered it, as it might actually be fun in a ridiculous way. she wanted to go to Miami as well but there was a scheduling conflict as this month she had notihng to do, but next month she works twice as many hours (as a chef.) i went online and read more about the dance and found my friends had blogged about it in the context of why is this colonial institution revived for gen y? is a demand for traditional gender roles? etc
oh, there was stuff about the handcock school, graveyards, a gazebo and some other stuff i can't remember now.
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uh, confusing dream about work schedules and parties i don't really want to go to but feel obligated to
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