T and S are watching X games, early, so I thought I’d write up a quick dream post. I have a recurring dream in which I return to Berlin (I visited about twenty years ago), but the city is a dream city, not reflective of the real Berlin at all. I have a car some of the time, but more often than not I’m walking. I’ve forgotten to get directions, but I vaguely know the way. At one point I’m walking on curved, rising walkways, wide, like the paths to the upper decks of baseball stadiums, but of a brown stone and outdoors. I am more or less alone on the path. Water, only a few inches high, active and bubbling, begins to flow towards me. I realize water is also coming up from behind me, the same type, and I climb to a higher path along the side and watch the two streams meet. I enter a wide tunnel where a habit is set up for migrant seals, warning walkers away, but as this is not the time of year for migrant seals, I am ok. I run into a former student, who now has a baby, part of a group playing in the water. We chat…she’s happy to see me, but I’m in a bit of a hurry. I keep going and find myself in a car, vaguely worried about not knowing exactly where I’m going, when my cell phone rings. It’s a man called “Tibl”, and he and I agree to meet at a place called the “50 Acre Beach”, which a sign informs me is nearby. I get into a line to cross a lake to the 50 Acre Beach. A group of people are checking papers and passports before one is allowed to cross the bridge. Tibl, who seems somewhat sneaky and criminal, is trying to figure out a way to bluff his way across the bridge, but I have the right paperwork.

That’s it for now. More later.