Dream Journal
November 30, 1999 @ 3 AM
It’s very hilly, and there is a modern city. Rebecca and I work in the same office. I’m VP and a worker but I prefer the VP position, manipulating things so I don’t have to work. Rebecca and I are in love; we love each others’ company. The job might be some sort of telecom.
So I’m driving home with Rebecca and it’s evening. The roads are all very steep, as much up and down as right and left. I’m driving crazy, very uncontrolled, almost getting in accidents, then looking for turn-offs to hide in if we are pursued. At one point I take as a point of reference a small egg-shaped car and zip through a bunch of red lights faster than a car should be able to go. Then, terrified, I ask Rebecca “What’s wrong with me? Am I on drugs?” She says “Yes”. I seem to think back and remember that I was taking some sort of stimulant I had thought wasn’t a big deal.
Before long we were home. It had a back yard like Blaine House. The house was very ritzy and plush, mostly with gray-blues and blacks. Some parts of the inside were infinite, so you could sink into it and have visions, watch TV, or play video games. It’s very hard to describe. Space was very plastic. 3 feet could easily become 3 miles, and a room could expand to the size of a football field yet still remain within the house and retain its position relative to everything else.
A girl in overalls lived with us, and Rippy did, too. Rippy was behind a long counter and complimented me on some poem I had written. I talked a little about it and then the girl said that she thought that creating things like that was the most important thing in life. I agreed. I wanted to impress her even though she wasn’t that attractive and went on about it. Behind the counter where Rippy was it was more cluttered, run down, and had a country feel. The girl was like a country flower.
The activities could be so bizarre. At times the work seemed to be tunneling into new space in an expanded room — developing it!
References: Rippy was a strange dude who lived in Oberlin.
Warped Space and Mind: As ever on Arcology Hill, space is very warped. The roads are twisted and wild, and space inside my house is malleable in a strange way. Then there’s the warped mind sensation as well, the feeling of being out of control, of being in a wild and unstable mental state. A decade later, looking back, I’m so glad to have stopped going to this place.
The Stimulant: Wild alterations in consciousness are a common occurrence on Arcology Hill. The drug, in this case, is likely just an explanation rationalization (with accompanying created memory).
An Infinite Room: This almost sounds like a rote viewing room. Space inside a rote is completely different from outside it.
And I love the idea of tunneling into new space to expand and develop it. This would be understood in terms of hyperspace.
Some of this could also be due to changes in scale — see “Changes in Scale and Perspective” in into-dreams.php.
Executive Memories: Clearly this is a story rote of some executive people, interested in money and power. We’re nothing like this — it’s very outside our experience. But that’s the Tower for you — it has anything and everything potentially seductive to challenge you.
Communication Crossover: Here we see a crossing of two very different scenes — the rich home and the country home. As I talk with Rippy and the girl, I can see over into the place where he’s coming from, and think it’s a part of my house.
Oh Yeah. . . .: Trying to make sense of my mental state, I try to remember when I took drugs and end up creating the scene. Another memory created as an explanation rationalization.