I had a dream two nights ago, and as is usually the case, geometry wasn't quite working as it should. Normally those kinds of dreams, for me, are unpopulated geometric nightmares, typically with just raw sensations and no sense of self. This one was different -- I was in a moderately large group of people on a bizarre thing that was like a mix between an airplane, a bus, and a living room. The last component is, I think, from the recent airplane flights to/from Europe, where I wondered what it'd be like to take the seats out of a plane and put some couches in. The dream took it one step further, imagining rooms that actually had a shape that wasn't very plane-ish, instead being of a kind of archicture that I don't think I've ever seen in real life, but often see in my dreams. In it, the rooms of a house are all slightly raised or lowered from each other, with each transition involving a small number of steps (3-6), and each room having a more seperate feel from each other. The rooms are generally small rectangles, with no particular tendencies as to where the stairs come in or which way the long end points. In this arrangement, rooms with all four connections possible are rare. Most houses in this arrangement have a small table in many of the rooms, and there are many rooms that have plants on the sides of the stairs and the rooms. Anyhow, back to the dream, in this case, the airplane was arranged like this, but there were additionally corners to the rooms which had proper doors in them, and there was the sense that only parts of the plane were going to take off, the rest staying behind perhaps to connect to another plane. I was wandering around looking for something, but always was worried about straying too far from the rooms where people were sitting, for fear of being left behind on the trip. I also had a very distinct memory of, when we were in the air, feeling that I was flying the plane, and noting that the plane flies differently than most planes do, somehow having a much smaller footprint in the outside world. In many areas, we flew under bridges or highway overpasses, and the air had a lot more structure to it than modern cities do. Strange.

Today, unless something comes up, is going to be (well, remain) a quiet day at home with lots of cleaning, playing with my cats, rest, and reflection. Already I'm pleased with progress on the first.