another dream--my unconscious is on a roll

[lapsedmodernist]

in the dream, first i was in this amazing center for children, like, educational center. first i walked up to it. outside there were two people with a kind of willy wonka ethos about them, on extremkely tall ladders extremely high in the sky trimming the very tops of extremely tall trees. (we are talking really exaggerated heights, that happens in my dreams sometimes, like i will have a swimming pool in a dream that's the depth of, i dunno, i skyscraper, with the perimeter to match the depth, so by tall i don't mean "redwoods" tall). except one of them is unhappy or anxious about the job. then i walked through the gate and there was a garden where little girls were playing with makeup, etc. then i walked into the house, it was a sunny beautiful house, with lots ot educational props. i went into the basement where there were computers. in the dream i "knew" that they were for ages 3 to 59 but it was still all the children in that room; they seemed to be a little older and using the computers for learning. i think i was there to volunteer, but then i looked at who the other volunteer was and it was Sara M. (nuncstans and constintina, you know who i mean) i said her name, displeased, and she looked at me but did not acknolwedge me and i walked off. then i was looking at some books with nuncstans and (this part was probably apropos our conversation yesterday) the whole point of this part of the dream was seemingly to prove that you can't read in a dream, because we were looking at some book that had pictures with captions under them, and i knew what all the captions were supposed to say, but when i "read" them they looked completely different and sometimes morphed; i was asking nuncstans what she could read, and her "reading" was completely different from mine. then the dream changed and i found myself simultaneously watching a student film with a one-word title that does not exist in english, and being in it. it was shot/existed in Sepia color, and originally it seemed like it was going to be about the El Train in Chicago. i watched as several people boarded the train, except the train station was atop a very high grassy embankment, and the train was little and silver and strange and one of the guys climbing atop it said that he loved that there was a big step that he had to climb on to get to the train. i remember thinking--how would someone like my grandmother get onto the train? then we were all inside the cabin on the train that was more like little lifts in the Alps than a normal train, and it turned out that one of the guys climbed out of the window and out of what seemed like a macho impulse (at these points this was like watching a movie, so there was obvious character motivation, and sometimes narration) decided to hang from the rails and just barely avoid the train cars passing him by (there were "close-up shots"). i was still in the train, but i was a little girl by that point. we arrived at another train station that, out of one side of the window, looked like 40s gangster Chicago film noir, and out of the other side it was the same continuiing grassy embankment, the same type of nature that was happenning at the education center earlier. in the meantime, it was "shown" (the same movie style) that the guy got scared and crawled along the rails, following the train, and then fell off these extremely high rails. i knew that he was supposed to die in a sad way that you know someone in a movie is supposed to die, but in the dream it was ambiguous whether he was dead or not. his boss arrived (turned out all the men in the car were involved with the mafia, and it was a mafia movie) and was questioning the other man in the car about the actions of the possibly dead man; it turned out he had been hanging off the rails because he was afraid of something job-related. it was very confusing. i tried to listen and piece it together and make sense of it, but the other woman in the train car, who was very tall and had dark blonde hair with heavy bangs walked out with me onto the grassy embankment and started talking to me about studying and how when she had a lot of studying to do she just immersed herself in it and did not allow "silliness like that" (pointing at the men still sorting out their business) to distract her.

interpretations??

Comments

[3rdworldcinema.livejournal.com]

yur an LJ maniac these days, N!

I LOVE IT; resurrect LJ!!!

[nuncstans.livejournal.com]

Um, since you've been dreaming about trains lately, according to The Running Press Cyclopedia of dreams, the train station, like the subway station, is the place of life choices in the dream.

There was once, incidentally, a huge debate in Spanish literary circles about whether the train station met Aristotle's criteria for dramatic unity.