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I don't even know what to call this one
Sep. 22nd, 2011 03:55 pmI discovered this half-written post on what I should now call "my laptop", so I've had it in the backlog of dreams for absolutely ages. I remember I said to one of the people who appeared in it at the time that I would write it up, but somehow, the act of just finishing it off has completely eluded me. I'll see what I can remember of the details...
We were on the cruise ship that we were on in real life in October 2009 (it's possible that this dream took place during or just after we'd got back from that, so it was fresh in my memory). We were coming in to dock on a long, white jetty, and as we stopped, there was an announcement that there was going to be a security check. The whole wall of the ship next to the jetty opened up, and a troop of men in suits began to climb up on to the dock - they had exaggeratedly broad shoulders that made them look like grand pianos standing on end.
I left and went down to a subway that I recognized as one of the Boston ones, except it was different from how I remembered it. For one thing, you had to swipe your card to enter twice, once at the entrance and once when you'd gone down the stairs and turned the corner. The other difference from real life I recognized was that it was significantly cleaner. Once I'd got in, there was a woman on the customer service desk who was investigating singing in the subway, and was telling people to stop if they were so much as humming to themselves as they came in. There was also a bomb threat drill going on - as I moved further into the station, I saw a number of boxes strewn around the place. Suddenly they went off, with some of them emitting red clouds of smoke and others spewing out brownish... ribbon things at all angles.
Somehow - through the subway or otherwise - I arrived at a restaurant, where there were sort of passport control type people hanging around the entrance, and you had to answer their questions to get in. By this point I was with![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
diarytypething (see, I told you I'd mention you - even if it took me two years) and the questions were "what colour are your fingernails?" and "what part of America were you born in?" - and fortunately, in this dream, she had been born somewhere there, even though she most certainly wasn't.
My notes sort of come to a stop here, so I can only vaguely say that I remember walking around to the dark alley behind the restaurant and seeing a few creatures in the shadows which sputtered out of existence when any light touched them. In the end, I was walking away with the woman who had stopped me in the subway, and I asked if the thing about arresting people for singing had been a new MBTA policy. She replied that it had. "I thought so," I said, "because like everything the MBTA does, it was a phenomenally stupid idea."
Proving that I still keep a large part of my waking personality even in my dreams.
We were on the cruise ship that we were on in real life in October 2009 (it's possible that this dream took place during or just after we'd got back from that, so it was fresh in my memory). We were coming in to dock on a long, white jetty, and as we stopped, there was an announcement that there was going to be a security check. The whole wall of the ship next to the jetty opened up, and a troop of men in suits began to climb up on to the dock - they had exaggeratedly broad shoulders that made them look like grand pianos standing on end.
I left and went down to a subway that I recognized as one of the Boston ones, except it was different from how I remembered it. For one thing, you had to swipe your card to enter twice, once at the entrance and once when you'd gone down the stairs and turned the corner. The other difference from real life I recognized was that it was significantly cleaner. Once I'd got in, there was a woman on the customer service desk who was investigating singing in the subway, and was telling people to stop if they were so much as humming to themselves as they came in. There was also a bomb threat drill going on - as I moved further into the station, I saw a number of boxes strewn around the place. Suddenly they went off, with some of them emitting red clouds of smoke and others spewing out brownish... ribbon things at all angles.
Somehow - through the subway or otherwise - I arrived at a restaurant, where there were sort of passport control type people hanging around the entrance, and you had to answer their questions to get in. By this point I was with
diarytypething (see, I told you I'd mention you - even if it took me two years) and the questions were "what colour are your fingernails?" and "what part of America were you born in?" - and fortunately, in this dream, she had been born somewhere there, even though she most certainly wasn't.My notes sort of come to a stop here, so I can only vaguely say that I remember walking around to the dark alley behind the restaurant and seeing a few creatures in the shadows which sputtered out of existence when any light touched them. In the end, I was walking away with the woman who had stopped me in the subway, and I asked if the thing about arresting people for singing had been a new MBTA policy. She replied that it had. "I thought so," I said, "because like everything the MBTA does, it was a phenomenally stupid idea."
Proving that I still keep a large part of my waking personality even in my dreams.
