Star Trek in Atlanta?

[fbhjr]

My wife and I were headed south. For some reason we had won a trip as far as Atlanta on the new high speed monorail.
Although intended for high speed service along the east coast it was the first trip on it so we were alone in the car except for the inventor/financer who had made it possible to build.
The monorail looked very much like the ones at the Orlando airport. Those are fine going from one terminal to the other, but it seemed strange to use them for city to city use.
We did seem to be zipping through the south very fast as we approached Atlanta. Things up close were a blur, so it was hard to say how fast we were going, but it was at least several hundred miles per hour.
“When we get to Atlanta, you’ll have to transfer terminals at the airport,” the guy who was with us said.
“Just like flying,” I said, and he nodded.
“This is my favorite part,” he said.
We shot out across a lake. The two tracks the monorail ran on were the only things going across the lake. The southbound one we were on was the only one being used at the time.
The track had been pretty close to the ground, but over the lake rose up in the air to be a hundred feet or more above the surface of the lake. On the curve up I could get a good look at the track. It was T shaped with a round actuator under each over hang of the T. Some sort of rectangular magnet was placed regularly across the track like ties on a regular railroad.
“They stole the south side of the lake from me and destroyed it,” the guy said, looking over the lake at the shore. The shore was hard to see and just looked like a green and brown line to me.
“They destroyed it?” my wife asked.
“It used to be all water slides and roller coasters,” he said. “Now it’s just factories and cheap homes. Why does that need to be on the lake?”
“Maybe they like the view?” I asked. “I’d like to live on a lake.”
He sort of snorted, and then pointed ahead of the car.
“We’re coming into Atlanta,” he said.
We looked ahead and the track went right into a city of very tall silver buildings. The buildings went right up to the edge of the lake and the monorail track went between them.
As we went into the city, the track got lower and lower until it was like a trolley track at street level. The car slowed down a lot as it did this, going only a few miles per hour.
Once we were past the big silver buildings, the city got a lot seedier. The streets were dirty, buildings weren’t maintained well, and very few people were about.
On the point of a Y intersection was an old theater. It uneven red letters on the marquee it said “Traveling Star Trek Exhibit: this week only”. Some of the letters were hanging down, and the area did not look like a good one.
“We should see that when we’re in town,” I said to my wife.
“I guess,” she said, looking at the area of town it was in. “If we’ve got the time.”
“No problem,” the guy said. “I’ll let you off here.”
The car stopped, the door opened, we got out, and the car sped off.
My wife didn’t look happy.
“We might as well go in,” I said.
The insides looked more like an old carnival side show then a theater. There were a few Star Trek things in cases or mounted on the walls. At the end of the room was a red and white striped curtain with a button in front of it.
We walked up and pushed the button.
The curtain parted and full size marionettes of the original Star Trek crew descended from the ceiling and sang a song for us.
The marionettes were obviously old and the color on the uniforms had faded quite a bit.
The song didn’t last long and they were pulled back to the ceiling where I could see them all hanging before the curtain closed again.
Dream ends

While awake, I know Atlanta does not sit on one of the great lakes, or a lake of equivalent size.
I’m pretty sure a monorail that goes between cities would at least have seats to sit down.
In the Star Trek novel “The Final Reflection” the main character visits Atlanta by monorail. Maybe that’s why my dream tied in Star Trek?
I know I’ve been thinking a lot about the trip down south we’re taking in 2 weeks.
I’m sure it’s all tied together somehow in my sleeping mind. But, it was pretty strange this morning…

Comments

[malterre.livejournal.com]

No clue on interpretation but it sounds cool

[mariness.livejournal.com]

I can't interpret it, but I would LOVE to have a high speed monorail along the East Coast heading to Atlanta. Let's hope you've gained precog abilities.

[fbhjr.livejournal.com]

You've got to find that guy who had it built.
He was medium height, dark hair and fairly young.
He must be loaded to have paid for it.

Given the nature of my precog abilities, life size Star Trek marionettes are the more likely to come true...