Entry #1508.IX.2024
I was travelling with my mother over Moscow metro. She needed to get to her work (orange line), while i needed to visit two places: the MSU (orange line in dream logic) and Nakhimovsky prospekt (gray line). At one of these places i needed to visit one of my scientific advisors for them to sign my diploma so that their name will be actually included in the final documents.
After a scene of us waiting at the train station which i don't remember much about apart from that it was summer, we boarded a very crowded train. We exited on a wrong station: we planned to first go to the orange line, but went to the gray one instead. However, we proceeded with this rearrangement of plans.
When i got off at Nakhimovsky prospekt, it was early spring with snow only starting to melt. I remember the exit from the subway be located at the edge of the city, across a road from a leafless winter forest. We then entered the city block and found the building needed there. It was a long, bending one, with multiple entrances; each entrance had a long plaque above it, blue with white letters akin to ones with which the building enumeration is carried, and containing information not only about apartment indices accessible from this entrance, but also about numbers of some oher word akin to "entrance" or "office" - it was a long word spelled on the plaque in its entirety, which was what made it so long in the first place.
We needed to visit a certain office. Mom matched the entrance we needed with information from her phone (using not the index of a particular office, but rather matching the whole inscription "A-B, offices X-Y" with what it should be based on the information. We proceeded inside.
I do not remember the ascent process so most probably there was none. Next i remember ourselves at the slope of a wonky spiral staircase hugging a pillar of an elevator shaft, near a very fancy dark metal door with a golden number. Mom had a key for that door and opened it, revealing a large, brightly lit room. It had a lot of empty space, golden-yellow lighting, wood-pattern light brown laminate flooring and a fancy desk facing away from the door far in and to the left; there was also a wood-color cabinet near the left wall. A bald man in an office suit was sitting in a chair behind the desk, facing diagonally towards us. There was a black office telephone and some papers at the desk.
At this point i knew the situation in more detail. This man was the scientific advisor i needed to get a signature from, and he was also the rector of the Baumanka, which this building was apparentl a part of. I think i had a vision of me standing outside of the building, but this time it was a tall skinny building with top half+ floors being in glass; i certainly do remember this scene but can't fit it on the timeline, so i think it was a vision.
We stepped into the room. I suddenly had a Mercadona shopping bag in my hand, from where i pulled out the paper needed to be signed. It already had two signatures in different colors of blue pen.
The man was quite rude to us both, refusing to sign the paper right now due to us not making a reservation and conflicting my mother about where have she got the key from in the first place (i knew it was her work colleagues). He ultimately sent us to wait at another room, which he provided us a number for.
We went back to the stairway without closing the door. The room needed was just a couple of steps away. The stairway was really cramped with open doors almost blocking it, especially two open doors at once; i also think the doors were hinged at a small angle to the gravitational up. The door o the room we needed was gray, with a really small inscription and very skinny, and the room beyond it was just a really small (no more than 1.5 x 1.5 m) tall square closet with a very thin ledge encircling it incide laced with wooden planks, designated to be sat on, but even for that quite thin and uncomfortable. Despite that, in dream logic i was able to sit on one comfortably and even lean back on what should've been a vertical wall. The walls of this room were also painted the same very dense dark gray, with visible droplets of dry paint.
We talked with mom throughout. First i said to her how it's not really necessary to get a signature from this guy, since i already have signatures of my other two advisors and it won't be a problem if this one's name doesn't make it to publishing. Then, after we opened the gray room, we started discussing its original purpose. Mom suggested that it might have been a sex room, to which i in long detail described how it isn't possible to have sex in here in either standing, sitting or laying position due to spatial constraints and how it is more probably a detention room for solitary confinement.