Architecture in Girona

Last night I dreamt i had a job. In front of a computer, at a very small desk. C worked just a few rows ahead. And a döppleganger of C too. We used to play Buffy the Vampire Slayer during recess. With Buffy and Angel playing themselves. After recess, having been fighting foes and everything, I was shirtless and i guess people stared at me. C. seemed amused. I was beginning to trust i'd gain one or both of the C's trust sooner or later.

In the next scene, i was in the hospital of Girona (after having sneaked out of a family lunch in a restaurant). The hospital is an enormous, diaphanous building, with an outer glass wrap and the real building inside; each floor was a different color and contained some awarded feature or state-of-the-art technology. I took a glass lift to the top floor (fifteenth). Then I forgot where i was going.

I took a tour thru another public building in the city. This one seemed like a district library. The floor was dark wood, walls were crimson and dark green. It rained outside. Behind a corner were many tables and people reading. I went thru a door, then along a passage, then another door.

Maybe this was another building. The last door in the back was old, almost from Roman times, and very little, as the ceiling and the floor were each slating to meet. I opened the door and looked inside; there was a cellar and some stairs going up. I didn't go through; when I closed, the ceiling was low enough for me to jump over and reach the rooftop. It was just dirt and stone, a pre-Roman building not taller than a single-storey house built near the river. I threw stones in the water.

I keep dreaming about the same beautiful people and different cool places almost every night, and neglect to write them down because i fear i would come here and revisit them too often.

I am pure gin-smelling decadence.