When I dream about New York City I always dream about the skyline or about an entire borough. It’s never about a neighborhood – which is usually where I spend my time. In my dream I’m always looking out over the Hudson or the East River at the entire skyline, watching boats and ships glide over the water. I’m always on the phone with someone, narrating the buildings, their shape and size, as if they’ve never seen them before …but its always someone whose seen it before, or stranger, someone who was born and raised there.
When you spend time in the city, you don’t spend time in the skyline. Sure, you’re in a borough but never the entire thing. There wouldn’t be enough time in a day to go over an entire borough like there is in a dream. When I dream, I’m driving a friend’s car, that doesn’t exist, through lower Manhattan into a neighborhood in Brooklyn I’ve never seen before that has no name to move someone out of an apartment into another that we won’t have time to visit in my dream. Or I’m in a helicopter leaving a fancy party weaving through the sky, avoiding big bugs and deadlines that only I can see.