Entry #1609.IX.2024
I was in Madrid's archeological museum, except it for some reason covered the archeology of France and not Spain and was built very weirdly.
I already went through all the rooms and started to retrace my steps back to find and reexamine a particular painting. This painting was made during the rule of dreamed-up dynasty which i don't remember the name of, that ruled between the Meroving and the Caroling dynasties, and was picturing the legend related to the Ballad of the Prophetic Oleg (a piece of Russian classic literature) except by dream logic russians took its plot from the french, so this was a more original legend.
There was a lot of dark wood in the walls, floors and other elements of the rooms i was going through, reminding me more of turned off saunas. The layout of each room was weird, with random boxes, bumps, weirdly placed stairs for room-to-room transitions. I do not remember a single glass case in them, but there were wall murals, among which i was searching for the painting. Some rooms were very dark with only occasional lights on the walls (the real museum has this lighting for its media composition at the entrance). I also remember a room with a tall box in the middle, that i tried to walk on and bumped into the ceiling, then stepping down and going up a ramp.
After this series of rooms i finished the scope of the museum backwards and exited into the "outside". I was standing on a roof who knows ow many stories high, but it had a road on it leading on a downwards slope into parking spaces. A spiral staircase was shooting past the roof. A tall diagonal staircase akin to the one in Skoltech was what i supposedly came from. And when i walked past all that, i bumped into an open air reception stall / office; it was a ring embedded into this grotesque architecture wiuth its far side taller than the close one in altitude, but the ground was dropping near the cose one so the wall height was the same, The inside of the ring had a lot of people, a lot of messily laying-around paper, and some potted plants.
I asked these people about the whereabouts of the Oleg painting and they said it is right there on the stall. And sure enough it was: on both the far side, melding into the outer building walls, and the close side there was a damaged mosaic made out of bright square swimming pool tiles facing me. It depicted a lot of figures, amongst which horses, humans and bears, in red, over a simplistic green-blue background. I started examining the painting and pondering the whole premise of how is it that the legend of Oleg got from France to Russia.
I don't remember the transition to the next scene; there might have been none, so it might just be a very long vision, but in the whole duration of this scene i knew it is related to Oleg somehow. I was on a roof of an above-ground subway train wagon, which was doing fairly short, fast-paced closed loops on elevated track, and had a face of Thomas the Tank Engine, but was otherwise a normal looking train wagon. It was light gray with a horisontal red band. The sky was very grey in clouds and there were wires above me.
I was both on the roof of a train, but also viewing the train from outside, and also from inside. And inside the train there was a copy of this same loop running atop either a table or a couch standing in the middle of it, on which the same train but smaller was doing the same loops. They both were and were not literally the same train, and i knew that this fact of double rotation in loops embedded in each other is for some reason very important and connected somehow to Oleg.