Weirdness & Storms
Okay, my dream geography is getting weirder and weirder.
I suppose that's normal for dreams.
So in this dream I'm in Richmond Indiana, where I spent some formative years. This Richmond isn't that Richmond. DreamRichmond has a highlands north of town with a bunch of little hotels and strip malls along a highway, and the city itself is in a low valley. There are a bunch of interstate junctions (I-74, which used to be US 40 in my dream, and I-13, which I think I've made up, and I-70, which is real) and tons and tons of traffic. But it is Richmond. I know that.
I'm staying in a hotel on the highlands near one of the highways, with a team of other people. We're doing some kind of project in the downtown, which is a preservation area with old Victorian buildings and small-town shopfronts and so on. For some reason I'm out driving and there's a horrible, horrible storm. I can see it coming as I'm going down the steep hill past the lake -- you know, a huge broad lake that looks like an ocean, the kind of lake Richmond doesn't have -- towards the downtown.
|Like this, only scarier.|
The only place I can stop is a casino, one of many all in one area -- you know, the casino district Richmond doesn't have -- and these buildings are all in a big curving row like a huge wall of brick and neon lights that go on beyond where I can see them. All of them have little pull-in areas like hotels, but no one wants to let me park, so I park illegally across from the entrance of one and go inside. The first is an MGM casino, the next a Harrah's. I know this because I go wandering through the buildings, which are all connected.
Hardly anyone is inside, and it's eerie, so I keep walking because for some reason I'm not allowed to stay in any of the places until I reach this one little cafe-like area where a bunch of ill-dressed vagrants are hanging out drinking coffee and waiting for buses that never come. They keep grumbling about it.
I finally get reception on my cell phone so I can call for a pickup, and one of the guys on the team comes to get me and we retrieve my car, but it takes us a long time to get back because of all the storm damage, and it's now freezing cold.
And then I wake up to Paul's alarm clock. Is there a deeper meaning to this dream? Unlikely. It was entertaining, though, and I keep thinking about it. There's probably a story in there, somewhere.