It does not take a lot to inspire a dream. I happened to run across an old book by James Blish: “Cities in flight.” The book stuck in my mind bringing on this night’s dream. I came up with the title due to the meaning of the dream to me. Unfortunately, not knowing I was having a dream, made it difficult to stay with it.
Wednesday, November 5, 2013
I was standing in front of a thick glass window. The base of the window was about forty feet wide and tapered off to a rounded point at the top some thirty feet up. The shape reminded me of a Hershey’s kiss. On each side of the window were identical ones disappearing around a curve some distance away. Between each set of windows was an inverted window of the same design. The glass of the windows was clear and held no reflection. The only reason I knew it was there was the frame surrounding it and what I saw outside.
A city floated in space before me. It was miles away but so enormous I could make out the fine details. It orbited a gas giant which was also an indication that I was in some city or ship in space. The city was encased in a ball structure. The city looked like a major metropolis.
The base was flat and ran around the middle of the structure. The upper half had a transparent dome while the lower half held the same window configuration as the windows before me. Neither the place I was in nor the city outside spun, meaning they both must create their own gravity I decided.
I wanted to explore my environment. Still facing the windows, I glanced to the right and left. The deck or promenade I stood on was dark and smooth. The ceiling hung just above the windows, and a wall ran through the area some hundred feet parallel to the windows. Every two hundred feet or so, an archway was fixed into the wall. The area had no lights; its only illumination came from the reflection of the gas giant. I turned, heading toward one of the arches; however, when I did, I found myself turning and awaking in my bed.