dream engine

The dream engine strands me in Spain

Or something like that, though most of the signs were in Dutch. Perhaps it was the Spanish coast that’s practically a Dutch colony, or used to be at the end of the last century anyway. The ride there was lots of fun, on a one-person vehicle that was a cross between a dodgems car and

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The dream engine makes me fly

In a plane, no less. A smallish one with room for about twenty people, though the only people I noticed in it at the time were me, the copilot (a tall dark woman in her thirties, never knew her name) and another crew member who neither I nor the copilot liked so we ditched him

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The dream engine takes me to the museum

Best museum ever. Each room was dedicated to a composer and had music from that composer’s time (their own and contemporaries’), art, household goods and clothing. The household goods and clothing were mostly replicas so one could touch and try them. Famous composers, I think; I specifically remember Mozart and Beethoven but there were also

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The dream engine frames me

Mostly my friend F, in fact, who I was on a train with, on our way to a conference or something where she was going to speak and I was going to be her sound, slides and confidence assistant, as we did before. When we changed to a small grass-green local train two plain-clothes policemen

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The dream engine takes me almost to Paris

That’s the second time the dream engine sends me on a train to Paris and it doesn’t turn out the way I expect. This train went to Hendaye, anyway, but Paris was its first major destination and I distinctly remember saying “but I’m not going to Hendaye this time!” We didn’t actually reach Paris on

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The dream engine fails to give closure

Twice, even! The first time I was being held in a house belonging to a sect. I knew there were several ways out, but I couldn’t take any of them. The teleporter was out of order: the closet it was supposed to be in was in use to store empty buckets. And if it had

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The dream engine distributes cat toys

Last night we were talking about recurring dreams we’d had, and persistent motifs in dreams, and I said that when I got lost on a station in a dream it was either Amsterdam Central Station or the Generic Station that my brain often parses as Utrecht (though the station at Utrecht hasn’t looked like that

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The dream engine outlaws worldbuilding

Actually it was the Swedish government that had done that, complicated by the fact that I was living in a room in somebody’s house in Sweden. I could understand everything perfectly well –it was one of those dreams in which everybody seems to speak Common– but reading was another matter. I had a law book,

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The dream engine makes me invisible

I’m so tired from this infernal cold that I actually fell asleep at the keyboard. OH roused me (“no, you don’t need more letters, you need to go to bed”) and I went upstairs in a daze, possibly remembered to brush my teeth, faintly remembered that it was Saturday and that I shouldn’t forget to

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The dream engine sells an expensive book

But oh, I so wanted to read it. Called Bringing Saint Bridget, I think YA, set in Ireland in roughly the 1970s or anyway in the second half of the twentieth century. It was about a group of people sponsoring, or at least encouraging, one teenaged girl at a time to go around and do

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