Oh, and there was this dream...
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averygoodun42I think my sister made her offer on Thursday. Last night I had an... interesting dream centered in Colorado.
DH and I were in Boulder, and he had just gone to the DMV for some reason (renewing his license?) and when he came to get me, he realized that during the course of the trip he'd somehow lost the car's registration. The only place where it could have happened was at the DMV, so off we went to check out their Lost and Found.
It wasn't trivial getting to the DMV, seeing as it was a dream, but eventually we did make it and wound our way inside. It was getting late in the day but there was still quite a line-up, so I was relieved that we managed to get inside the doors. They might lock the doors behind us, but, like the post office, they'd serve everyone who'd shown up before closing time. Besides, it wasn't as if we were there for a time consuming project. We just wanted to check the lost and found box.
Before we'd stood in line for very long, DH noticed a bulletin board out in the mall corridor (Boulder's DMV is actually located in a very small mall). On one side of the board there were big kindergarten type letters proclaiming it to be the lost and found.
The board was empty, however. We figured that anyone with any sense wouldn't put the car's registration up in such a public place (especially right next to the DMV!), so we went looking for the Lost and Found For More Valuable Objects.
That wasn't trivial, either. The building no longer resembled the real DMV at all. It was more like an amalgam of a "Doctor Who" hospital and a seventies designed public school. The stairwells were tiled in this ugly, faded sea green, which complimented the black no-slip treads of the metal stairs oh so beautifully.
We wandered around the building (which turned out to have a hospital on the third floor) trying to find someone who knew where the lost and found might be, except that no one was there to ask. THe building was empty. Granted, it was a Saturday, but no one was around. No one. Not even at the fast food stands on the second floor. We were on the verge of giving up, and were trying to find our way out of the building, when I spotted some of those fabric dividers that are so frequently used at doctors' offices. The kind where the lowly administrators work. Sure enough, we got closer and there were actually people there! Two employees, to be exact, and one of them happened to be in charge of the Lost and Found (of more valuable objects)!
I had a weird conversation with that guy, but ended up getting the registration back, so all was well. Until we left the building.
Upon leaving the building, we found that we were on the wrong side of the (quite busy) street from the DMV. We would have to cross said busy street to get back to his car. Even in the dream it struck me as odd that we ended up so far away from where we started.
We go back underground (!) to get to the other side, and suddenly we're in a really scuzzy part of town. THe underbelly. We're under a bridge, and the Salvation Army is there, but it looks like the shop part of it is closed, or empty. Across the way, they do have a thriving business in providing clean needles (and drugs) to junkies, however.
Looking closer at the shop, it turns out that it is open, just very poorly stocked. But through the shop leads to the staircase that leads to the DMV which leads to our car. Before we leave, the store keeper tells us about a tour we shouldn't miss while we're there. It's something every responsible citizen should see.
Reluctantly, we agree, and are given special dust masks that are more rubber than anything. It turns out that they're special ventilator masks, because the tour we're going on is a raft ride on the most polluted river in the country.
The water is green, and there's stuff floating in it, but otherwise it actually looks like a fairly healthy river. Of course, we can't smell it because of the masks.
We get on the raft and find ourselves on a whitewater type ride, while the river follows the path of Interstate 41 (!) and, somehow, we manage to go the wrong way. We get caught up in the stream, and soon, after only a few minutes, we're through the city and have been carried out of state.
We end up in Idaho (!!!), and the dream ended with us trying to figure out how we were going to get back to Colorado, because we weren't going to battle the current that was strong enough to carry us so far in only a few minutes.
My personal analysis is that I'm holding onto just a bit of baggage where Colorado is concerned.
Oh, that reminds me! I saw a shirt the other week saying "I have issues" or something very similar. I immediately though, "Well, how nice of the guy to advertise that he has baggage!"
That, in turn, led to an idea for a shirt. On the front it would read: "I had issues," and the back would finish, "But I lost my luggage." Hmm. Doesn't seem nearly as funny as it did that day. *shrug* oh well.
DH and I were in Boulder, and he had just gone to the DMV for some reason (renewing his license?) and when he came to get me, he realized that during the course of the trip he'd somehow lost the car's registration. The only place where it could have happened was at the DMV, so off we went to check out their Lost and Found.
It wasn't trivial getting to the DMV, seeing as it was a dream, but eventually we did make it and wound our way inside. It was getting late in the day but there was still quite a line-up, so I was relieved that we managed to get inside the doors. They might lock the doors behind us, but, like the post office, they'd serve everyone who'd shown up before closing time. Besides, it wasn't as if we were there for a time consuming project. We just wanted to check the lost and found box.
Before we'd stood in line for very long, DH noticed a bulletin board out in the mall corridor (Boulder's DMV is actually located in a very small mall). On one side of the board there were big kindergarten type letters proclaiming it to be the lost and found.
The board was empty, however. We figured that anyone with any sense wouldn't put the car's registration up in such a public place (especially right next to the DMV!), so we went looking for the Lost and Found For More Valuable Objects.
That wasn't trivial, either. The building no longer resembled the real DMV at all. It was more like an amalgam of a "Doctor Who" hospital and a seventies designed public school. The stairwells were tiled in this ugly, faded sea green, which complimented the black no-slip treads of the metal stairs oh so beautifully.
We wandered around the building (which turned out to have a hospital on the third floor) trying to find someone who knew where the lost and found might be, except that no one was there to ask. THe building was empty. Granted, it was a Saturday, but no one was around. No one. Not even at the fast food stands on the second floor. We were on the verge of giving up, and were trying to find our way out of the building, when I spotted some of those fabric dividers that are so frequently used at doctors' offices. The kind where the lowly administrators work. Sure enough, we got closer and there were actually people there! Two employees, to be exact, and one of them happened to be in charge of the Lost and Found (of more valuable objects)!
I had a weird conversation with that guy, but ended up getting the registration back, so all was well. Until we left the building.
Upon leaving the building, we found that we were on the wrong side of the (quite busy) street from the DMV. We would have to cross said busy street to get back to his car. Even in the dream it struck me as odd that we ended up so far away from where we started.
We go back underground (!) to get to the other side, and suddenly we're in a really scuzzy part of town. THe underbelly. We're under a bridge, and the Salvation Army is there, but it looks like the shop part of it is closed, or empty. Across the way, they do have a thriving business in providing clean needles (and drugs) to junkies, however.
Looking closer at the shop, it turns out that it is open, just very poorly stocked. But through the shop leads to the staircase that leads to the DMV which leads to our car. Before we leave, the store keeper tells us about a tour we shouldn't miss while we're there. It's something every responsible citizen should see.
Reluctantly, we agree, and are given special dust masks that are more rubber than anything. It turns out that they're special ventilator masks, because the tour we're going on is a raft ride on the most polluted river in the country.
The water is green, and there's stuff floating in it, but otherwise it actually looks like a fairly healthy river. Of course, we can't smell it because of the masks.
We get on the raft and find ourselves on a whitewater type ride, while the river follows the path of Interstate 41 (!) and, somehow, we manage to go the wrong way. We get caught up in the stream, and soon, after only a few minutes, we're through the city and have been carried out of state.
We end up in Idaho (!!!), and the dream ended with us trying to figure out how we were going to get back to Colorado, because we weren't going to battle the current that was strong enough to carry us so far in only a few minutes.
My personal analysis is that I'm holding onto just a bit of baggage where Colorado is concerned.
Oh, that reminds me! I saw a shirt the other week saying "I have issues" or something very similar. I immediately though, "Well, how nice of the guy to advertise that he has baggage!"
That, in turn, led to an idea for a shirt. On the front it would read: "I had issues," and the back would finish, "But I lost my luggage." Hmm. Doesn't seem nearly as funny as it did that day. *shrug* oh well.
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Date: 2006-09-17 02:43 pm (UTC)I always wonder if people from other places get as homesick as I did for Colorado. Sure, I could understand my cubemate's affection for Switzerland, it has mountains, but do people get homesick for say, Ohio? What about Oklahoma? I think there are things to love about everywhere, but have always (biasedly) felt that there is MORE to love in CO.