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Last night I had a dream that I was floating down the Hudson River on a 2’ x 2’ boat made out of paper with a paper sail as tall as me. It was the middle of the night, the lights of New York City were shining on the water, and I could literally feel the cold December wind blowing me down the river. There was no sound. Not even the sound of my ship as it sailed on the water. I somehow steered the craft towards the shore and when I got there I stepped out of my paper boat onto the streets of New York City. Suddenly there were sounds, but they weren’t loud, they were very subtle. They were city sounds; cars, voices. But it was like the volume was turned almost all the way down so that it was barely audible.
I wandered the streets like a ghost and no one saw me or took notice. I walked up to a museum and wandered inside and what sound there was thinned out so only very quite whispers were left. I wandered the endless corridors, gazing at art that made no sense to me, art I’ve never imagined before, and ended up standing in a VAST cafeteria, the ceiling miles above me, the walls decades apart. There were silent people wandering with trays, sitting in silence, talking in hushed pairs here and there. I found a table near a window, facing the river I had just navigated, and sat down. I remember sighing and taking out a tin of altoids, eating one and placing the tin in the center of the table in front of me.
And then I woke up.
I love dreams like this.
I wandered the streets like a ghost and no one saw me or took notice. I walked up to a museum and wandered inside and what sound there was thinned out so only very quite whispers were left. I wandered the endless corridors, gazing at art that made no sense to me, art I’ve never imagined before, and ended up standing in a VAST cafeteria, the ceiling miles above me, the walls decades apart. There were silent people wandering with trays, sitting in silence, talking in hushed pairs here and there. I found a table near a window, facing the river I had just navigated, and sat down. I remember sighing and taking out a tin of altoids, eating one and placing the tin in the center of the table in front of me.
And then I woke up.
I love dreams like this.