The Crystal City

Strolling through the Crystal City and noticing the silence.
Even for a dreamscape, this is quiet.

The elevator goes up and sideways and always to the wrong floor. I wryly note that going up is an improvement. Not sure about the sideways things.
I come out to a mezzanine where there are other people. They are all grey.
They do not interact with me but I didn't expect them too.

Will I now look for my car? My house?
I pause and remember this is a dream, but knowing it does not awaken me.

My head is leaking. How very Freudian I think to myself but the ooze does not stop.

Stupid way to spend hours in which I could be studying the cosmos.
And yeah, I wake up now that I remember how to fly.