I forgot to write down my dream last night. Another recurring dreamscape, a trolley or subway not quite like either San Diego's or NYC's. There's a transfer station at Spring Street, I think, that I almost always forget to get off at, but which goes to some nice place downtown. And there's a stop just after a tunnel at which I got out, and climbed a steep embankment hoping to catch another train or something, but each time I do that I just find a dead-end street that takes me to an overview of the Pacific Ocean, with nothing around but a fenced-off field. It's a beautiful view but no beach that I could see, and for some reason in these dreams I'm always in a hurry to get back to the city... no time to enjoy nature... very strange.
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