Surreal Saturday – London Calling

I dream I move to London.

After 10 days of a hormonally induced nosedive, nightmares, and creative paralysis, the grip breaks finally and I dream of moving to London.  I don’t enter a lovely row house in a leafy green village of my fantasy.  Instead in a chain of four consecutive dreams, I dream of the moving process in linear time.  Bright and early on a sunny morning I indicate to shadowy movers what furniture to take from my parents’ old house and from my condo-but-not-my-condo. In a blink, we shift to the London car park of my new home.     We realize Something Has Been Stolen, but not a car because I don’t drive.  I need to call the police.  Meanwhile, my relative-but-not-my-relative commandeers the process and they bustle quickly, eventually getting away from me.  I am angry to lose control.  They have my keys and I’ve never seen my new place.  Suddenly, I am there in my new bustling mid-rise, The Ritz (but not that Ritz),   moving determinedly up four flights and across a short passage until I reach a silver matte door, unit 1617A in bold embossed numbers.  I push open the door, and there is my relative-but-not-relative arranging my furniture before an empty stone fireplace.  I note to light the fire and admire in the foyer the funky retro silver wallpaper with a black and white trellis of vines.

Then I’m pulled away to a hotel room in the building, to a mystery of Twilight Zone proportions that must be solved as night falls. The Doctor is nowhere in sight.  Suddenly it’s morning.  My shadowy movers and I hug, having Saved the World.  We decide to play a game on ice that’s not hockey.  I sit it out because I don’t skate.  The not-hockey-puck flies and knocks a spectator out cold.  Woops.

It’s a surreal celebration.

Happy belated New Year!

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8 thoughts on “Surreal Saturday – London Calling

  1. Ahhhh…. thanks for posting the London footage!! I gotta say – I always LOVE the timbre of that Big Ben chime. If I happen to be within earshot, I will generally STOP in my tracks – just to fully focus on and absorb its rich tonal vibration. 🙂

    Happy New Year!!

  2. Au pair/secretary. Will pack pencils and notebook, to take dictation for your travel journal!

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