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Oct. 13th, 2008 12:10 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
camwynFeeling better this morning, thankfully; my nose is draining down the back of my throat, which is no fun at all, but this means that the agony from yesterday's headache is no longer a problem. I can live with that.
I can also live with the dream from last night, where I got off at an unfamiliar subway stop (I was on a line I didn't recognize and I had to get off to figure out where I was- there were no maps) and found that it led up to... books. Lots and lots of books. The first floor of them was all in Spanish, the second floor was mostly movie-related, and when I climbed the stairs out of that one I turned out to be under the Strand's special cafe annex at 70 Shetland Street in Manhattan. I was quite pleased, as I remembered having been there once before. Unfortunately it was shutting down for the night, so I could neither go shopping nor read nor get cafe products nor talk to the workers about their bicycles (I could see one parked behind the counter, a lovely silver-grey hybrid built for touring), but that was okay. I'd found the place. When I climbed the last set of stairs I emerged on the surface, and if I had wanted to I could've climbed the outside of one of the buildings and glided over the city like something on the Gargoyles cartoon just to see where 70 Shetland Street was, but I opted not to. Mostly because I had my backpack on and couldn't quite figure out how to keep that up and open a set of wings at the same time. I turned around and went back down instead, past the cafe and some other businesses connected to the same underground open area- restaurants, mostly- and then past the two floors of books, and back to the subway station, and then I woke up.
I've checked. There is no Shetland Street in Manhattan. Neither does the Strand have a cafe annex of any kind.
Much disappointment on my part, but at least it's one of the better things to boil out of my brain lately.
I can also live with the dream from last night, where I got off at an unfamiliar subway stop (I was on a line I didn't recognize and I had to get off to figure out where I was- there were no maps) and found that it led up to... books. Lots and lots of books. The first floor of them was all in Spanish, the second floor was mostly movie-related, and when I climbed the stairs out of that one I turned out to be under the Strand's special cafe annex at 70 Shetland Street in Manhattan. I was quite pleased, as I remembered having been there once before. Unfortunately it was shutting down for the night, so I could neither go shopping nor read nor get cafe products nor talk to the workers about their bicycles (I could see one parked behind the counter, a lovely silver-grey hybrid built for touring), but that was okay. I'd found the place. When I climbed the last set of stairs I emerged on the surface, and if I had wanted to I could've climbed the outside of one of the buildings and glided over the city like something on the Gargoyles cartoon just to see where 70 Shetland Street was, but I opted not to. Mostly because I had my backpack on and couldn't quite figure out how to keep that up and open a set of wings at the same time. I turned around and went back down instead, past the cafe and some other businesses connected to the same underground open area- restaurants, mostly- and then past the two floors of books, and back to the subway station, and then I woke up.
I've checked. There is no Shetland Street in Manhattan. Neither does the Strand have a cafe annex of any kind.
Much disappointment on my part, but at least it's one of the better things to boil out of my brain lately.
