For what I think is the second time, I had a dream about a really really tall skyscraper, the top stories of which are a place that is familiar to me and which I visit from time to time. In this dream, I think Greg (and maybe Neil) are already hanging out in the penthouse area. My usual route is to take an elevator up to maybe five stories below the top, then climbing/going up stairs for a story or two, then taking a private elevator to the top.
However, this particular time, I was accompanying a few other people whom I didn't know well who were trying to get to the roof. I took them into an auxiliary elevator on the side of the building which went straight to the roof. It was dark out. The roof was pretty spacious, with some variation in elevation, some ramps. The penthouse was placed somewhat atop the roof level (the roof being more like a courtyard or patio), so that you could walk straight in without going downstairs.
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Friday, March 2, 2012
Friday, September 30, 2011
Mostly harmless skin epidemic at band practice
Dave, Vanessa, and I went to Lou B's place, but instead of it being a townhouse, it was a penthouse apartment in a tall building. The four of us started playing "Flirting With Disaster" or something similar to it. I decided it would be a fun opportunity to experiment with my bass line a little bit. By the fifth or sixth measure, however, Lou was troubled by something and stopped us playing. He said he needed to get another person over to sit and listen, because right now we were missing a "top control" (i.e. someone to supervise and make judgement calls on the song performance).
I noticed that Dave had a blotch on his skin that reminded me of something I had noticed on my dad recently. I asked him about it and he said he wasn't sure what it was. He pointed out that I had something similar. I looked at the top of my right wrist, and indeed, I had a huge blotch, shaped somewhat like a simplified rendition of a neuron, and almost the size of my entire hand. Near the middle was a scab, which I had also seen on Dave's blotch. It turned out that Vanessa had similar blotches too. I speculated that there was something going round, and guessed that if everyone was getting it, it probably wasn't a big deal.
Lou, meanwhile, was commenting how the door to the roof (straight out to the roof, no stairs up, since apparently, the roof was the same floor as this apartment) used to be a window until he had it changed.
Then, for some reason, I went down to street level and was trying to call a plumber to go look at Lou's apartment. I saw a plumbing van parked across the street and called the number on it. They asked for the address and I gave them the building's street number, but trailed off trying to remember the suite number. They said they were busy but they forwarded me to a different plumbing company so they could take the job.
I noticed that Dave had a blotch on his skin that reminded me of something I had noticed on my dad recently. I asked him about it and he said he wasn't sure what it was. He pointed out that I had something similar. I looked at the top of my right wrist, and indeed, I had a huge blotch, shaped somewhat like a simplified rendition of a neuron, and almost the size of my entire hand. Near the middle was a scab, which I had also seen on Dave's blotch. It turned out that Vanessa had similar blotches too. I speculated that there was something going round, and guessed that if everyone was getting it, it probably wasn't a big deal.
Lou, meanwhile, was commenting how the door to the roof (straight out to the roof, no stairs up, since apparently, the roof was the same floor as this apartment) used to be a window until he had it changed.
Then, for some reason, I went down to street level and was trying to call a plumber to go look at Lou's apartment. I saw a plumbing van parked across the street and called the number on it. They asked for the address and I gave them the building's street number, but trailed off trying to remember the suite number. They said they were busy but they forwarded me to a different plumbing company so they could take the job.
Friday, August 6, 2010
Williamsburg neighborhood mall house hunting
Walking around an upscale suburban neighborhood in Williamsburg, looking for a house to move into. A few of the facades are kind of impressive, whitish painted brick, three or so levels with irregular outcroppings, lots of windows. Most of the other places are less impressive, and indeed it seems like many of the places are no bigger than small shops in an indoor mall. In fact, I feel like parts of this street are indoors. I noticed that one house was for sale for a little over $600,000. I thought I could probably afford that, over time.
The house at the cul-de-sac also had the white painted brick thing going, but had a flatter, more traditional look. In the second (third?) floor window, a woman was sitting in a chair and happened to be looking out the window as I was looking up.
As I came to the bottom floor of this house, it turned out that this was a separate establishment, not directly connected to the house. It was under the house -- a small, cramped clothing shop, with many racks of clothes on hangers, and a door in the back leading somewhere further, which I did not investigate.
Later, I also ended up at the top of an escalator, basically at the roof level of the house. This was a much bigger, open space, but still indoors, again with many individual racks (a lot of them circular-style) of clothes hanging up. Many people were browsing the racks. Alongside the top of the escalator was a long railing, such as at a mall, overlooking the ground (cul-de-sac) below.
I figured I would write down the address of the house to look it up later. I think it was 180808 or something like that. Didn't recall getting a street name.
The house at the cul-de-sac also had the white painted brick thing going, but had a flatter, more traditional look. In the second (third?) floor window, a woman was sitting in a chair and happened to be looking out the window as I was looking up.
As I came to the bottom floor of this house, it turned out that this was a separate establishment, not directly connected to the house. It was under the house -- a small, cramped clothing shop, with many racks of clothes on hangers, and a door in the back leading somewhere further, which I did not investigate.
Later, I also ended up at the top of an escalator, basically at the roof level of the house. This was a much bigger, open space, but still indoors, again with many individual racks (a lot of them circular-style) of clothes hanging up. Many people were browsing the racks. Alongside the top of the escalator was a long railing, such as at a mall, overlooking the ground (cul-de-sac) below.
I figured I would write down the address of the house to look it up later. I think it was 180808 or something like that. Didn't recall getting a street name.
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