The Dream Factory: A New Version of Flint, Michigan

 Anna Scripps Whitcomb Conservatory, Belle Isle, Detroit, Michigan

We seemed to be in Flint, Michigan. I have a feeling we were near the sight of the old "Chevy in the Hole" factory, which was not all that far from where Millard Saxton used to live in his house designed by Alden Ball Dow (you may look it up!). We had lost our car, or rather it had progressively diminished in stature, getting smaller and smaller, until it reached a point when it split into two motor bikes, like a cell replicating. We left the parking lot of the old Middle School - where we had attended some frivolous and forgettable function - through the far end of the parking lot which led through a service station, where various freight trucks parked in a irregular fashion, like hobo trucks behinds Wal-Mart in one of the less affluent neighborhoods. We followed a small white service truck.

The exit street dead ended within fifty feet and the truck turned. We continued straight over a grassy section where a street had once been, bisecting these residential blocks, but had been removed in the past, and now this grassy swath ran straight through, even though no one had removed the stop signs from the streets that perpendiculared into the one-time street: there were still four-way stops, even though the cross street was now a lawn covered walk.

We ended at a circular court amidst small hills, about 5 meters elevation, where the remains of an educational institution occupied half of the circular prominences. It had been a High School until recently, and now its windows were boarded up, blind as Oedipus at Kolonos of the Horses awaiting some blessing from the Eumenides, or the Fates...

On the other side of the circle street was a still flourishing conservatory with tropical flowers dimly visible through the windows. I told her to look at it, She did not seem to distinguish it at first. Then she, too, saw it. She had been looking at the higher level, but the conservatory was at street level and backed up to the hillock surrounding. It had a strange angularity to it, but we assumed that was a necessary of design to fit it into the area constricted by street and hill.

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That is all of that dream.
This morning I discover Firefox has not only updated its miserable self, but has apparently played "52 pick up" with my bookmarks. I found the "Detroit Zoo" and the "Detroit Friends of Belle Isle" and the "Belle Isle Conservatory" sites in a second "Medicare" folder.
I opened them all up inadvertently and on the "Belle Isle Conservatory" site saw a picture of the ceiling of the Anna Scripps Whitcomb Conservatory on Belle Isle, Detroit, Michigan.

I have wondered whether to call such dreams "prescient", but that is probably a bit too much for many people to swallow, so I think I may call them dreams of "prior-imaging". (Note that most dreams of "Warning", or "Monitory" dreams would come under this heading of prior-imaging. The usual run of dreams made up from images of one's experiences are "anterior-imaging". I use the hyphen to indicate that we are talking Imaging equivalents to things such as "Present Tense" in Language.)

To reiterate - and I know I overemphasize things until I drive people crazy! - when we regard things like Prophecy - outside the privileged and peculiar realm of Religion - we are merely talking about Images and Languages and Times: Past, Present, and Future.

To wit, the main difference between my Prophecy about the fruits of Politics and my statement about my indisposition following my dinner of too many hot peppers is a distinction between the Future Tense in the one versus the Present Tense in the latter. Similarly, if Images are involved, prior-imaging versus anterior-imaging.
The "real" differences are sought elsewhere.

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ps.
As I write this, I am being notified that yet another Firefox update is available!