5/03/08

last night i spent my dreams within architectural spaces. the characters inhabiting my dreamscapes are now vague to me i think they were my family and i have a sense that we were all arguing. mainly i remember the cityscapes and the three novellas are punctuated with buildings and a garden. the first was an apartment building with a penthouse floor connecting to a tiled road by a circular boarded walkway. the boardwalk was made from beautiful dark stained wood. i recall having an animated conversation with a person about the merits of this particular design feature. by this time i had already overslept and the breeze through the open window was making the curtains rattle on their plastic rod. i was in an outdoor space and it was rundown and overgrown with an abundance of turquoise painted concrete and open sky and i was beside myself with worry. someone read out loud from a script "your dad died." i was in an escher like office full of perilous stairs and escalators and elevators. again i was role playing i was a princess whose blonde hair is familiar. i was carrying a book or a bible climbing grey stairs in an open mezzanine lit with natural light. the rail was slippery and cold. i reached the top floor and they told me i wasnt authorised to attend the meeting. it felt like the episode of the simpsons with springfield's 'escalator to nowhere.'