On waking at 5.30 am I am very conscious of the dream and recount it to T.
The most palpable part of the dream conerns being at work. The building is unusually set in a bush setting on the outskirts of the city. I have borrowed a motorbike from one of the people in the tenancy next to my office in real life.
Its not as large a motorbike as I am used to – a 550 – but it has plenty of squirt. I head down the gravel road on this bike and notice to the left some military aircraft – 4 x fighter/bomber jets painted black and a hercules transporter. They are vaguely hidden in the bush, but clearly visible from the road as I ride past. I save the prospect of looking at them a little more closely for later.
I reach a destination/waypoint. I’m at the foot of a large eucalypt – something like a Tuart tree. From here the motorbike becomes a helicopter. I turn it vertical, or a part of it, and affix a small, apparently flimsy plastic propellor vane – its about 6 inches long, to a central propellor shaft.
I ascend quite naturally, and quickly. Its a flight motion that I am familiar with in my dreams. The helicopter simply gets me there faster, higher.
I notice that I am in danger of my back hitting the tree on the way up. I need to watch my back – I realise as I ascend. I also notice the planes I mentioned earlier, assembled on the ground below.
Soon I am what seems to be about 10000 feet in the air. Its very thin, and I can see the world below as if in Google Earth.
Suddenly I realise I am to high and begin to descend deliberately. This means that the rotor i going the opposite direction. As it proceeds to do so, it unwinds, and comes off!
I quickly realise hat I am plummeting, and see the flimsy rotor disappear from my reach. I have a moment of panic; clearly I am goint to fall rapidly! I have presence of mind to direct myself toward the rotor, and by manouvering like a sky diver in free fall I catch up with it and secure it back onto the shaft. Its a piece of crappy plastic, but none the less I make it fit.
Just in time – we have descended to about 1000 feet, and the rotor is arresting the rate of fall now. On terra firma, and relieved.
- return ride back
- discusion with bike owner about insurance
- meet greg smith, discussion about:
+ social network franchise opportunity/distribution master
+ ex mormon – his 6 wives
+ charles there
realisation that worknext door is a front fro an online marketing agency – and they have the necessary capacity to leverage for the social network. girls in container doing facebook
- my map whihc has comercial value
- return to the planes – as plastic models
- a site visit/field trip. real life models in the environment a mixed reality ap
- going over models I have produced – challenge stadim, artworks in a park
- vsiting UWA
- a potential commision -offer of work – its like going back a step but with authority
- my blue tooth headset going off like a banshee – i realsie its social network coming alive, everyhere I go, someone knows me wants to stay in tocuh.
- the rain causes reception to breakdown
waking. reflecting.
