Dream
It’s fun to write about my dreams once in a while.
This morning’s dream was a mystery story set in a university town. It looked old and british, as if a city the size of London was a single university. A university with deep secrets and mysterious technologies it did not want the outside world to know. I was a small boy, barely in my teens, probably a younger version of myself. I had been invited to join this prestigious institution.
My family was with me; they were there to help me get settled in. The city had no buses or trams. Instead you traveled everywhere by elevator. These were curious devices, each of the ancient buildings had one. They looked much like regular ones, but one side was transparent, as if made of glass. If you rode one, it would not only take you up, but also down the streets of the town down beige woven conveyer belts of some kind. The belts stretched all around and criss-crossed the city streets going everywhere. The elevator flapped like washing on clothesline, but the riders would not feel sick riding it. It was no more traumatic than riding a ski-lift, but much more rapid and exciting. You needed a key to ride them, and at first I could not understand how to make them go where I wanted them to. Large parts of the massive buildings were only accessible by elevator, only with the right key. My first night there was a struggle to find the dining hall; the elevator kept going to the wrong place. But it was one of these accidental journeys that started me with the hints I would need to figure this town out.
The dream had to do with me learning about the secrets the town held, meeting distrust all the way for being new there. But their disdain for my youth made them underestimate me. My family was with me for the first part, but then I was alone. Wish I could remember all the details of the plots. It was several hours long, but most of the details slip away like water as soon as I wake up.