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Slept poorly, woke many times, managed not to kick the cat off the bed while turning over. Odd dream fragment lingered when I woke.
I was walking along the shoulder of a highway (not a divided
highway; one with a double yellow line), going ... someplace,
I don't remember where. ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif){kind=small}
blumindy showed up, we
started talking, and she convinced me I should go to another
city with her for something (a show? a festival? an art exhibit?)
instead of whatever I'd been on my way to. So we went to a
train station. While we were waiting for our train and discussing
philosophy or something, a couple (newlyweds? engaged? young) came
in and sat down near us and we wound up talking to them, and we
wound up explaining something we thought it was important they know.
When our train arrived, I said we should make sure to sit near the
couple so we could continue our conversation.
The interior of the train car looked a lot more like a bus than a train, including having the engineer in a seat near the front door, just ahead of the first row of passenger seats. At some point during the dream, I noticed I was carrying a large number of those paper envelopes one uses to submit film to a photo lab and gets one's pictures back in. They didn't close, because I get my 36-exposure rolls of film cut in strips of six instead of strips of four, and put the negatives into those plastic loose-leafe pages, so they stick out of the envelopes until I get around to sorting and labelling the prints and put the negatives into a loose-leaf binder ... so I had a lot of these envelopes with the tops open and pages of negatives poking out, and as I was trying to organize them tidily into my backpack, before the trainbus started moving, I woke up.
I do not remember where I had been walking or where I got talked into going instead. I do remember that the trip was going to be of the "come hang out in [city] for a couple days and take a break, then come back and be responsible later" variety.
When I woke up, I was oddly disturbed about the interior of the train being wrong, which I hadn't even noticed while I was dreaming it.
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We had those in this country as recently as twentyish years ago. They were connected in pairs, a pushme-pullyou configuration. At the terminal the engineer'd shut down the engine in this unit, put the gear on neutral, turn the brakes on remote, and lock down the control desk. Then he walked over to the other carriage, opened the control desk there, and started the engines there.
There was a passage between the carriages, but only the conductor would pass from one carriage to the other when the vehicle was in motion.
The things even had transmission like a bus. You could both hear and feel the acceleration, release of clutch and changing of gear, and acceleration on the next gear...
Whose head have you been walking in?
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train dreams
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I'm experiencing cognitive dissonance over the idea of a train with a bus transmission. It's not that it doesn't make sense -- I can't see any reason it wouldn't -- but it just feels like an odd juxtaposition of ideas that are catagorized farther apart in my head than I can figure out a reason for. Oof. Not the most parseable sentence.
"Whose head have you been walking in?"
Good question. I'm not sure. It seems I have been sleeping carelessly. (Hmm. As long as I don't litter while I'm there, no harm - no foul?)
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They were used for commuter traffic. That, of course, can translate to 100 km, the distance from a small country whistlestop to the county capital and market city.
Whaddya mean, not the most parseable sentence? It came quite natural to me. I have seen (and, heaven help us, generated) sentences whose parse trees are tangled skeins. That exemplar felt quite normal.
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In the dream, we were moving but I attributed that to the pace of my thoughts and to how much I like to walk and talk (do you remember that?) just so I can slow my thinking down a bit and communicate in a more linear fashion. I also remember....something....else......yeah, it was empathic, so it isn't a verbal concept. I think I was feeling the fibro and resonances...looking for....something and feeling.....(sometimes these ideas get so hard) Feeling for that kindness that is in your nature, I think. It reminds me of someone I miss.
The oddest thing about all this is that as I was just driving home, I was thinking about the dream only to find this one of yours when I got here! How surprised am I to be in your dream? So, which one of us reached out and grabbed the other into hir dream? Good question.
Oh, and as for travel, every time you're in mine lately, I'm taking you somewhere....like Jenny Field's house. Anywhere to make you feel better seems to be the theme. Oh, and I just remembered that in part when I first saw you, we were at my school (the middle school, not the university.) We have lots of strange windows there and buses, too. Hm. I'd forgotten what this feels like....... :-)
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