1897 Minneapolis and Broken Candy glass

Thank Goth it's Friday! Maybe I shouldn't share this, but I might feel a little less sea-sick if I do. Last night's (this morning's) dreams were so utterly melancholy, I was nauseous when I awoke. I'm actually kinda proud; it seems I outdid myself. First part I can recall took place in a slum-laden, mythic 20th-Century Minneapolis. But underlying the entire dream sequence was a strong and definite awareness that I was really in the 19th Century... magnificently Kreeeepy! Yes, Minneapolis, with a large number of tenements (mid-western variety - brown brick, only two-three stories, with broken windows, the broken glass a very strange configuration). I found me wandering the "Number One Twin City" streets, trying to connect with someone for a ride back to Madison. Then the scene switched to a kind of Black River Falls, Wisconsin, population circa 3500. But it could have also been some mythic, unincorporated Wisconsin village. I was trying to communicate with people who may have only been spectres, in the most complex, dreaming sense that implies. The happiest part was kind of in the middle of January 11th's fantastic, illusory montage of truly memorable images; I was on the far East End of Madison, near farm fields. I was grown up but still a child, accompanied by some mischievous friends of the same conflicted age-set. We all climbed a 200-300 foot high radio transmission tower, knowing we were gonna get in "Big Trouble." A fine and astonishing view from the top, and when we climbed back down, the "authorities" ended up letting us "off the hook." Last memory was of trying to climb the stairwell in a 15-level Downtown Madison office building, entertaining same kind of psychic conflict: "Are we really allowed to do this...?" I've never seriously felt it was necessary for me to give up watching Rod Serling's "Night Gallery" prior to drifting off into that Great, Grand Unconscious; now I have my wonders. Totally Icky-Sicky and Totally Groovy!