Bad Dreams

Not nightmares really, just dreams that weren't all that interesting but I still feel like sharing.

First one was from a few days back. A bunch of guys I'm friends with, two of my cousins, and a few of the church kids were standing outside this restaurant on the first floor of a really tall hotel. It seemed like a nice place, too nice to let us in. As we're standing there debating where to eat a concierge comes from the front door of the hotel and invites half the group up. We debate for a moment whether only half of us should go. Simultaneously someone opens a door on the side of the building and offers to let the rest of the group ride up in the freight elevator. This is where it gets sort of trippy. I go with both groups at the same time. It's like I'm watching a split screen movie, but I can't separate my motions in either window so it's a little clunky and I keep having to lean on the side of the elevator to stop from falling. These are both really fancy elevators and they only have a single button. So it's like they know where we're going already. They're sort of funky elevators, but I'm just glad they're not ladders at this point (Progress!).

When we get up to the hotel suite I find that we're one group again, but some of the people have gone missing. No one seems bothered. We find ourselves in the most opulent hotel suite ever seen. There are three levels, dozens of bedrooms, several offices, a raquet ball court, a swimming pool, and glass walled showers in which there are currently women showering so we're all shooed out of the room rather quickly.

We find ourselves in the living room where there is no tv, but huge shelves full of books and a fancy photo camera on a tripod. As it turns out everyone that stays in this room must take a photograph and add it to one of the photo albums. The concierge explains that there are so many albums because no one stays more than a single night in the room. We ask him why and he explains that God actually lives in this room as well and he gets a bit rowdy at night. God's a good time he says, but he's a shite roommate.

We all get into the elevator and head downstairs to have something to eat. But when we get out of the main elevator we find that the lobby is gone and instead we're near the service door on the side of the building. We walk out meaning to go around to the restaurant but when we close the door behind us we find that we're outside of a totally different building and don't know the way back.

The other dream was simpler. I was staying in my grandfather's old house, except it wasn't really his house. For some reason my bedroom wasn't in the main house it was in this little outhouse type deal with a glass roof attached to the mainhouse by a long glass hallway. Lots of the glass panels in this hallway were broken out, others were yellowed with age. It was cool and rainy so the stone floor was both cold and slick. Every morning I would wake up and shower in my room. The shower had a dark roof, but to get to my clothes I had to run out of my bedroom and down this long hallway to a little warm wooden closet where my clothes were. Problem was all the windows in the main house looked down on my room and this hall, so I had to stay low and move quick to get to the closet without being seen. And it was freezing cold. Did I mention that?

So every morning I'd wake up and make a run for it and dive headfirst into the closet to warm up and get dressed. And everytime I got dressed and finally broke the chill, the dream would restart. Sometimes the door would be closed and I'd have to open it. Sometimes the floor would be so wet I'd slip and fall. Other times it was so cold I'd have a hard time breathing and my chest would hurt like hell. One time I smashed through the closet door because it was locked, another time I got there only to find that I'd somehow gotten turned around and run back into my room.

I never saw anyone watching from the windows of the main house, but I knew they were there. And it scared me. But still the sequence started over and over again. Until finally I threw open my bedroom door and sprinted out into the hall only to find that it was suddenly dark and warm. And when I looked up through the glass ceiling I couldn't see the main house or even the sky. There was just nothing. The closet door was open just a crack and I could see the light glowing from inside, but I could hear something too. It sounded like people. It sounded like a dinner party. I began to walk towards the closet hoping that my clothes would still be inside but more concerned that when I threw open the door I'd find myself in the middle of some dinner party...stark naked. When I looked back my bedroom was gone from behind me and I came around to the realization that I didn't really have any choice to proceed, regardless of what was on the other side of the door. So I started to move forward again, but the faster I walked the quicker the door receeded, and it just kept on growing farther and farther away. So it continued, me walking quickly towards the door and the door retreating into the distance...

And then I woke up.