A very colorful future in my dream of last night. I was setting up my computer station in a very nice, very large loft…two stories, an interior balcony area above a needlessly dance-floor sized space. Everything carpeted in reds and pinks and other neo-martini-era colors (tiki). And I’m looking at this space and thinking wow, I’ve done really friggin well (meaning, I must be well paid, exorbinantly even since this is more space than a person deserves, what with the population and all). At the edge of the space there are full story windows but it is pure black outside so I don’t really look out at them, as if by habit that I know there is nothing out beyond the glass to look at.
Then my boss Richmond comes in, and he is angry. Yes I’ve done a lot, but I did not do one particular task he thinks is important. This dream is very much based on real life. The odd thing about him in this dream is that he’s swollen. And in this dream I understand that when the elderly reach a frail age, they get a treatment which for some months swells their bodies up — but when the swelling goes down, they’ll have essentially been restored to about 20 years younger than when they started. So you see a lot of swollen elderly people in this era.
I’ve had enough of that so I’m headed into other parts of this place. The place I was in is part of a large complex of apartments, malls, discos, the works. And everywhere is similarly carpeted in spongy, colorful hues. Darker though, as it appears to be night and the interior lighting is designed to reflect the exterior (which I don’t actually ever see, I remain indoors the entire time). The halls are generally dark but wide, and one I am in at the moment slopes up and has the entrance to a disco off to the side, so the hallway is similarly bathed in red light which flares up every few seconds to make the young people look more interesting. A pair of young women come down the hall, passing me. I am acutely aware that although I might look interesting with this red light flaring up, I really do need to get my back electrolysized for summer or I just won’t cut it as a young person anymore. This too is semi true to life (semi! just a few stray hairs I swear! Eeek! It’s genetic!).
This is very much 30 years into the future. I know it because these hallways and malls have something that our halls and malls do not have: indoor weather systems. I pass through a hallway which, regularly if not always, has a nice faint snow system, in which the tiniest snow crystals fall lazily from the ceiling into the spongy floor (where they pass through the spongy material, so there’s no mess). It reminds everyone of those rare winter days when the snow is so subtle that you can barely see any flakes, you just sense the small water crystals melting on your skin as you walk though it. Very cool. Atmospheric.
The spongy material the floor is made of, by the way, is based upon a piece of spongy foam that I received the other day in a shipment from Amazon.co.uk, of an Adam Ant box set; it came with a slipcover with room for 3 other discs, and there was a piece of foam where those discs would be. That foam made its way into my dream where it became the kind of material that would serve to be porous enough to let the snow melt away under people’s feet, so the hallway would never accumulate the snow. And of course the hall was kept at just the right temperature for the crystals to melt after their short wafting trip through the air from the ceiling.
Ok, looking back on this dream, it is also evident that there aren’t as many people as there should be, and everyone is living inside, in a system which has been made to evoke the feelings of outdoors to an extent that today would seem silly or at least seem like the kind of thing the Japanese might be doing. Some great medical advances (the swelling), but it all feels a bit undeserved (my guilt of having such a large space). Interesting…