To dream of Cleveland

I would have made this an entry in "Postcard Friendship Friday", but I can't find that blog feature, and it is Saturday, anyway.

To the right is an old postcard from the mid 20th century of The Fountain of Waters at the Fine Arts Garden at Cleveland, Ohio.

I had to get up very early this morning, then I went back to sleep. When I did, I dreamed of Cleveland, Ohio. The earliest part of the dream I remember being at the bottom of a steeple with not very good stairs or ladders that I was compelled to climb for some reason. It was in a very old church. I was afraid of heights, and did not like how there were huge open windows in the narrow steeple. Part of the climbing involved pulling myself up on tiny pencil-like pegs that were embedded in the vertical interior walls of the steeple. No fun.

Eventually I ended up 40 or 50 feet up and came out into a room. Perhaps something that had been used for a church youth group or something. Notable in the room were two huge paintings similar to the cover art of the record albums I have seen for the 1960s Batman show. I have no idea how this would end up in the dream: I've not seen that show or thought of it for years. I decided to take some pictures of the paintings, perhaps for a future blog post or something. Whomever it was who compelled me to climb inside the steeple was in the room too, but I have entirely forgotten who or what this character was.

There were some large windows in this room that was apparently half-way up some very tall pre-1900s church built of dark brick. I could look out and see the late-dusk skyline of Cleveland, Ohio. It was the remnants of a glorious sunset. I looked out one of the windows and saw close by the stadium for the Cleveland Indians baseball team. It was a lot smaller than I thought it would be: the 50 foot vantage point of the church room window was higher up than the stadium was.

I left through some sort of glass door, and there was a ramp like on the top of a hill, that gently sloped downward toward the stadium. I remember noting that it appeared to be handicapped-legal: except where it came to the railroad tracks which were a total barrier. I figured maybe I could get a picture of the infamous Cleveland Indians mascot logo emblazoned in the side of the stadium building... maybe for a blog post or something.

Passing through the stadium building, it had become even smaller in the dream: no more than an auditorium. I figured it was easy to walk around in it because the Cleveland Indians weren't in the playoffs and weren't needing it. Then I was walking around downtown Cleveland, which was really nice, and I was wondering because Cleveland is supposed to be as bad as Detroit... And that's my nonsense dream.

Anyone have any interesting dreams lately?