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I dreamt that I was aboard a famous T.V. starship, wandering the long corridors in search of frozen yogurt (or other semisolid treat). I came across an elevator, except rather than being the anticipated sleek capsule; it was a large, 19th century cargo elevator, about 500 years out of sync with its surroundings. I got in and told the lift (it was voice activated) to take me to some place where frozen yogurt was served. Instead of moving up or down on its tracks, it popped out of its tube and floated along like a magic carpet on a children’s show. I then found myself in a Newport on the Levee style shopping mall, in line for a frozen yogurt. I waited my turn in line, but right as I was about to order, I found myself in the conical observation deck of a strangely transparent version of Marina City. In this version, there was a biomorphic (shaped kind of like the pistil in a flower) skywalk that joined the two towers at the very top. But apparently it cost money to get from one side to the other. A quick check of my pockets revealed no money. I sat dejected and alone, looking out on Chicago, so far below.
The actual Marina City:
The actual Marina City: