Hawaii
I had a dream that I went to Hawaii.
The trip was made with reluctance; a friend insisted. My discilination was well-founded, for the Hawaii of my dreams was a ruin. It was dry, hot, and polluted. The streets were crowded with people on bicycles. Dilapidated buildings in a neoclassical style hung over the streets, which were home to troupes troops of prostitutes who doubled as street performers. Each band was in a constant state of open rehersal, in part because they were always adding new members, recruited from the "homeless" population -- I'm not sure if the distinction was a meaningful one, since everyone seemed to be homeless, in a sense, and in another sense anyone had a home; the buildings were not worth paying rent to live in, and one seemed to take on a certain degree of risk in entering them. More like squatting in ruins. The lighting was bad (it was not clear that there was electricity), and the architects of Hawaii's city seemed to have proclivity for spiral staircases made out of a crumbling limestone. Crime, or at least violence (it was unclear if there were any laws to be violated), appeared to be endemic -- many people slept on the street, or in doorways, but a few of them had clearly been murdered.
The trip was made with reluctance; a friend insisted. My discilination was well-founded, for the Hawaii of my dreams was a ruin. It was dry, hot, and polluted. The streets were crowded with people on bicycles. Dilapidated buildings in a neoclassical style hung over the streets, which were home to troupes troops of prostitutes who doubled as street performers. Each band was in a constant state of open rehersal, in part because they were always adding new members, recruited from the "homeless" population -- I'm not sure if the distinction was a meaningful one, since everyone seemed to be homeless, in a sense, and in another sense anyone had a home; the buildings were not worth paying rent to live in, and one seemed to take on a certain degree of risk in entering them. More like squatting in ruins. The lighting was bad (it was not clear that there was electricity), and the architects of Hawaii's city seemed to have proclivity for spiral staircases made out of a crumbling limestone. Crime, or at least violence (it was unclear if there were any laws to be violated), appeared to be endemic -- many people slept on the street, or in doorways, but a few of them had clearly been murdered.