dream architecture
Apropos of nothing in particular, I have noticed a pattern in my dreams over the past couple years which is both completely unsurprising and kind of weird: namely, I am doing some kind of activity in an building (generally an apartment building, but sometimes a commercial property) owned and managed by the rental company I work for.
The thing is, the property in question does not exist. The architecture varies from almost normal to technically-buildable-but-bugfuck-impractical to completely non-Euclidean. And I always, invariably, get hopelessly lost, which is hideously embarrassing because I am a rental agent and ought to know where I'm going.
That's not the weird part. That's all pretty normal as far as my dreams go. I get occasional stress dreams with work-related topics (when I worked at the smoke shop, I used to dream about shelving books/magazines, and once about staffing the cash register naked), a lot of my stress dreams involve trying to go somewhere and being unable to reach my destination, and one of the frequent obstacles is building structures that don't make any real-world sense.
The weird part is that over time the buildings in question have been sort of asymptotically approaching something that might almost make sense as a housing complex (maybe with a couple food-related commercial spaces on the ground floor) in Ithaca, and settling on a moderately reasonable physical location to boot (partway up East Hill, between the Commons and Collegetown).
I have the damndest feeling that I'm trying to be an architect in my sleep, and that is not something I am prepared to handle. Designing oil paintings in my sleep makes sense. Composing music in my sleep makes sense. (I never remember it when I wake up, alas!). Writing stories in my sleep makes ALL THE SENSE.
But structurally and commercially viable architecture?
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The thing is, the property in question does not exist. The architecture varies from almost normal to technically-buildable-but-bugfuck-impractical to completely non-Euclidean. And I always, invariably, get hopelessly lost, which is hideously embarrassing because I am a rental agent and ought to know where I'm going.
That's not the weird part. That's all pretty normal as far as my dreams go. I get occasional stress dreams with work-related topics (when I worked at the smoke shop, I used to dream about shelving books/magazines, and once about staffing the cash register naked), a lot of my stress dreams involve trying to go somewhere and being unable to reach my destination, and one of the frequent obstacles is building structures that don't make any real-world sense.
The weird part is that over time the buildings in question have been sort of asymptotically approaching something that might almost make sense as a housing complex (maybe with a couple food-related commercial spaces on the ground floor) in Ithaca, and settling on a moderately reasonable physical location to boot (partway up East Hill, between the Commons and Collegetown).
I have the damndest feeling that I'm trying to be an architect in my sleep, and that is not something I am prepared to handle. Designing oil paintings in my sleep makes sense. Composing music in my sleep makes sense. (I never remember it when I wake up, alas!). Writing stories in my sleep makes ALL THE SENSE.
But structurally and commercially viable architecture?
That's just weird. If you want to comment on this post, you can do so over here on Dreamwidth, where there are currently (
comments)