Tag: Italianate piazza

Italianate Piazza – Claustrophobic Room Dream – 20-10-2025

~ quantumdreamer ~ Leave a comment

Here is last night’s short dream had at Hilton Gatwick.

The first segment opens in a European city built around several hills with a river valley below. The roof tiling is terra-cotta and orange red. It has an Italian possibly Tuscan feel. The light is Mediterranean. I am with a few people, and we are going out in search of a well known piazza at which there is a duomo or large church. We are trying to find our way through the back streets and alleyways. We are in no rush. Despite taking serval turns we are unable to find the square. With ease we return to the hotel.

Several of the party do not understand why we might want to find an open-air piazza to dine in when there is a perfectly good hotel-chain style restaurant with a safe standardized menu. They invite us back to their room. In order to get into the room, one has to open the door, step inside, close the door and pass into the room past the door. The next person has to do the same. In order to get in and out one has to navigate the very restrictive one in one out doorway. The room is expensive and very claustrophobic. It is the same as all the other clone-rooms. If feels closed in.

We leave some of the small party in the hotel room and set off again into the evening air. In a small square outside the hotel, I speak to a dark-haired man sitting on a Lambretta style scooter. He is smoking. He says that we need to take the partially hidden marble alleyway to the left of the small square where he is and then follow the staircase up to the top of the hill where the big piazza is. There we will have views of the bay of Napoli and the mountain { query Vesuvius} as well as the church.

A few of us follow his instructions and find our way up to a large Italianate piazza around which are many restaurants with alfresco dining. There are music and a light easy-going vibe.

The dream ends.

Via Gambetti – Letter – Via Marchese – nagal Dream 11-03-2025

~ quantumdreamer ~ Leave a comment

Here is this morning’s dream it has a distinct Italian theme.

The dream starts with me sat at my desk. The desk is small and ornate. It is designed for writing and has stationery and quills. The feel is late 18th or very early 19th century. I am wearing pantaloons which button just below the knee, they are of a golden colour. A man comes in he is bearing a letter on a metal silver coloured tray. The tray is slightly ornate. The letter is addressed to me though I cannot see my name. I can see “Via Gambetti” as the address. I sense a silent “h” as in Gambhetti. I open the letter with a paper knife. The letter is written in a deep royal blue ink with a slanting italic script. I have been waiting for this letter for some time. It is written in Italian.

The scene changes to modern times, and I am in an Italianate piazza off which is a modern exposition building. The address of which is “Via Marchese della…” or “Via del Marchese…”. I go into the hall and a young woman hands me a conference programme entirely in Italian. I read and understand it. There are many high technology exhibitors with stalls and rooms placed around the large atrium. I start talking to some young people in a group. A man is a posh suit and his PA approach. He puts his hand on my shoulder and says, “ciao, we are glad you came. Will you help us judge the best exhibit and most promising technology?”

I go off with them and enter a booth / room which is full of large screens and computers. Someone is playing a game / simulation. The simulation is a mix of military and aid, some kind of logistical clean up operation. The idea is all about logistical delivery and monitoring. I ask a young man to explain his work to me, because I am out of touch and out of date, Jurassic even. He says that he is very pleased to meet me and starts to explain.

We move on to “judge” various other exhibits. I am totally surprised in the dream that anybody would be pleased to see me or welcome my input.

At the back of the exhibition area is small seminar room which I know that I have used before. I make my excuses and nip in there to have some time to myself away from the hubbub. On the green-black rotary blackboard written in white chalk are the words “nagal exposed”. On the rotary white board amidst a multicoloured patch of marker pen is the word “nagal”. It is in relief, not coloured in and the colour of the white board behind.

I take a blackboard eraser to the white chalk and rub it out. I take a piece of blue paper towel to the white board and rub that out. I am very surprised to find these here. When I have finished, I roll both the white board and green-black board over to clean areas.

The dream ends.