The Truck, the Train and the Dream Network

At the beginning of this dream, I am part of a work team. There may be six or eight of us in a collective project, and my friend [person A] is there. We are living together in a big room. Although it is a fairly known subject in relation with dreams, none of us can make it work. The problem is that we cannot get to sleep, and the mood is getting frantic.

The effort is making me tired, and I decide to take a break. I go to a counter where we have the ingredients to prepare food, with the goal of eating something healthy, like a salad. I take a cucumber to cut it in pieces, when it starts to drift into a nightmare: I drop it on the ground by accident.

Quickly I kneel down and try to clean the mess, but what fell on the floor is not chunks but mashed cucumber. The pressure affects it and makes me clumsy, I feel

annoyed and uncomfortable.

I grab whatever I can from the closet, more precisely the fine white towel – provided by EGI with the geodesics sensor–, but it is not enough. The cloth immediately gets soaked with mashed cucumber, and the juice trickles under the curtain hanging behind the kitchen table.

I get anxious everyone is seeing me squatting down wiping the floor with great effort and little result.

That night, I recall a second agitated dream. Artist [person B] comes to show the design of a truck [person C] made.

In the dream I have the memory that my friend [person D] came earlier with a different and better version of [person C]'s truck; the design drafts the vehicle with electric ramps on the back and both sides.

This sketch has coarse angles, in order to correct them and polish the truck design, I have to give the advise to sand them.

We head towards the Atelier in Montreuil. I am surprised to see the height of the ceiling with no windows. It resembles a hybrid of the workplaces in [private studio name redacted]. Now, where is the older version of the truck model, and where is [person D]? I act decisively and call to ask him to come.

–“Call me after Tuesday," answers [person D]. I judge him, as he typically takes his life easy.

–“What? No, not Tuesday, right now," I reply in a slightly authoritarian tone, so typical of me.

Finally I recall [person D]'s relatives appear. They sit on a sofa, cheerfully chatting in the middle of the studio, which to me constitutes suspicious behaviour. I'm sure they do not consider the atelier as a workplace, even more so when she adds to the conversation that her mom is also living there!

My assistant is now here. “I was the first female to live in this atelier,” I tell

[person E] proudly while pointing to the top of a scaffold. “We used to live there with [person D]” basically because I would like her to get the value of work in general.

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[person F] and a friend of hers are about to board on a train. They bought tickets for a cabin with berths. I left my small suitcase on the train and go to retrieve my luggage. I see [person F] has everything under control and she that has tidied up the cabin. She carefully put her friend’s jogging suit over the berth, ready to wear, assuming her friend is going to wear the outfit during the journey.

She definitely doesn't want to use it for sleeping on the train, it’s the only one she has and it’s for a special occasion.

I then remember a scene in the dream where I’m with [person F] walking across the [school name redacted] sports fields and talking about a Structure and Cement class I have to teach in the engineering school. –“Honestly, I don't know why they chose me to do this

class if my mind is already busy with another project. I intend to give them a fragment of the ‘Tao of Cement’ and let them reflect on that text. It’s the best I can do” I say to [person F].

The train is ready to leave, [person F] left my suitcase in the aisle, in order to have more room for her belongings. My baggage is not even closed yet when the train starts to move. Hurry up! I still have a big coat to squeeze in and a few others things to pack.

It's too late now the train departs and I can't get off. I'll have to wait until the next stop that it isn’t too far, all I know it's in the same town. When we reach the station, it seems to be a place familiar to [person F], perhaps Bristol. She gets off with me. In the rush, awkwardly she kisses me on my mouth in heated passion. I feel true love for her. It's amazing that our relationship hasn't faded away over time, it has always been passionate. Seated in a café near the railway station, she advises me on the students, saying that if they’re lazy, I

can send them to [person G], her former ex associate. The train departs, and this time [person F] has missed it. She’ll take the next one.

In the last dream I remember being in the Andes, in a small ski resort called Farellones. [person H] is trying to enter "[private network name redacted]" but is having trouble. One problem is that [person I] constantly is distracting him with her chatter.

[person J] is on his computer in the kitchen of a chalet, and other engineers are cooking. He screams when he discovers a message from a certain geek organisation and instantly this makes him really excited. The other engineers look at him surprised, wondering if he won the prize! It is not that but a first encounter in which they are going to pay the travel expenses for [person J], to allow him to go and meet them.

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