I don't really remember when I dreamt this, but I will write it down now before I forget it.
I dreamt that I decided to drive back to California from Chicago (except it is always the Chicagoland of my dreams, the Northern Suburbs mixed in with my atavistic memories of Detroit, so the lake is always frozen over no matter what time of year I dream of it. Oh, and maybe it was that one time I drove down LSD from the Mag Mile, taking locals all the way to Lake-Cook Road. But this is beginning to wander far afield.)
Anyway, so I took I-88 out, but somehow, I found myself climbing into a mountain range (which is strange since there are no mountains in Illinois) and suddenly finding the tollway turning into surface streets (that's locals for all you non-Angelenos, I guess) From the top of the mountain pass, I could see the entire city coming up ahead, which, if geography were logical in dreams, would've been the Quad Cities (although I know better than to expect things to work logically in dreams.) And the closest things I can relate it to is how Manhattan looks off the GW Bridge, cloaked in a mantle of smog (it looked like an old, old city, crossing the bridge that time me and Ysh drove out there) I imagine it is what London would look like, maybe? All hundred year old buildings and smoke stacks, looking somewhat bombed out (which, if you think about it, sadly, makes a sick sort of sense for NYC post-WTC.) It looked old, is all I could remember. And this enormous suspension bridge crossed much of the downtown area, and I remember wondering, what body of water could that bridge possibly be crossing?
I'm afraid to ponder if there are any omens embedded in this dream, so I will leave it at that.
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