Archive for the ‘travel’ Category

coded key

April 29, 2009

This dream happened a few nights ago. Maybe Monday.

I am in a place. Things are mostly a greyish camel colour. I am going to travel somewhere a long way away. I go to a place and get a key. It looks like my garage door opener from Westmead, but it has a LCD screen with a display of about 5 digits as well as the button.

I am back where I stay. I pick up the unit. It has been reset. A person I know from the central coast says, I did that. I think it was a bit nasty. The code is still in there. But so are a bunch of other codes. It will take a while to sort it out. So I take it back to where I got the first code.

And the dream ends as I wake up.

one way street

November 20, 2008

This dream happened a few weeks ago while I was on holiday in Western NSW.

I am traveling along a urban street. There is a hill slightly to the left and the road heads up and along the side of this hill. Out of nowhere a person I know (包括) appears next to me. For some strange reason we turn left. The road ends in a T intersection, just over the crest of the hill. There is a brick wall on the other side which seems to mark out a railway line. A car passes from left to right. There is a one way sign also pointing from left to right. As I watch, the sign becomes fainter and a new arrow is painted over the top from right to left. Even though the road is only one lane wide, I turn left. The road quickly does a 90 degree turn to the left as there is an old (say 100 or more years old) building built up against the railway line. Traveling along the side of the road, there is a spot where a hole has been knocked in the wall. The road I am on continues, turning right at the end of the building. Through the hole is a steep tunnel going down. There is a track inside this tunnel that looks like a 4wd trail. I refuse to go down the tunnel and the dream ends.

the railway line

December 22, 2007

Another in a seemingly endless series of railway associated dreams. It is very short.

I am traveling across a world. I come to a single train track. I seem to have a choice. I can travel to the right or to the left. In both directions is a city. The one on the right is grey and dirty. The one on the left, shiny and white. I choose to travel to the right. It seems much more interesting.

catching the train

December 15, 2007

this occurred once around the start of the 2000 decade.

I am talking to a man. He gives some advice which is quite unusual and I should accept an expected offer when given. Later I am on a train. I go to take my bed. A person comes up and offers me a swap. I swap my ticket. I am in a similar style of accommodation, but there are people there who speak the same language as me and I start a conversation. Another woman wants to know how come we already know each other. But we do not know each other.

electric train dreams

July 27, 2007

This set of dreams has to do with an electric train network. There are lots of different variations. So I’ll only list what I can remember for now and probably come along later and add more.

The train network consists of a very complicated set of lines in the city with a couple of lines heading out into the suburbs and one into a more rural area. Well that’s what they seem to do. There is a lack of connectedness to the whole arrangement. The lines are always dual track and the network seems to be electric.

 

  • I spend some time just traveling on the trains, backwards and forwards. I keep on getting on at the same stop, that is quite like Oak Park station. In fact, I often start at this station that is like Oak Park. The traveling is just experimentation. What happens if I get on here, what happens if I get off there. I always get on another train. After some rides I get off. I walk downs an old commercial/industrial area. There are wire mesh fences across some of the side streets. I want to go down. But the street I am standing at is blocked off.  There is always the option of peeling back the fence. It would be easy. I decide to try an alternative street. I am contemplate using either the next one to the left or to the right, but a teenage boy, probably from the Indian sub continent directs me down the one to the right. As I head off there I wake up.
  • I am in the main center. There is a complicated series of lines and interchanges. Some of the stations have massive platforms. Some bits of the network are like the lines around North Melbourne in arrangement, some like the Sydney Underground if it has stations with 20 lines. I spend some time wandering around train lines and platforms. This has occurred several times and I seem to explore anther part of the network or stations each time I am there. One or two times I have left. Sometimes, there is a problem and I have to change lines. Especially when using the very deep line.