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21 July 2010 @ 02:26 pm
Dream from 7-21-10: I don't want to belong to a group of conventioners like this...  
The one dream snippet I remember from this morning goes like this:

I was in a very old and expensive hotel. I was staying with this young cute guy who was kind of a ditz and careless. We had a lot of money, or rather I had a lot of money in cash, but it wasn't originally mine. I'd found it somewhere, and been told that I could keep it, so for some reason, I was carrying it around as cash because I hadn't put it in my bank account yet. But this was why we were splurging on a relaxing vacation of sorts. But for some reason, I'd put the kid in charge of the money, and he'd hidden it up on a beam in the lobby. I found it and put it all in my pockets and said that we needed to put it in the hotel room safe.

I remember the elevator was really big, but there was some reason I wasn't 100% comfortable in it. I just can't pinpoint why.

We were also pretending to be a part of this convention to get a cheaper price on a room and to actually get a room because otherwise, they were saying the hotel was booked. But the room really sucked. It was made for short stays and efficiency, but it wasn't very comfortable. It was really dark and had a heavy feeling to it, and the bed wasn't comfortable and seemed way too small for what they were charging for the room. I told the guy I was with that I wanted a different room, especially when I realized that there was no room safe.

We were in the lobby, waiting in line to get a different room when several of the convention goers (it was some odd Christian convention group) started to talk to us. The wives wanted to pull me into their activities and I wanted no part of it. When these people continued to push (they were all smiles, wearing polyester suits and plaid jackets and the women were in conservative dresses and skirts and all somewhat frumpy), I decided that I wanted to go to another hotel altogether. I felt very unsafe around them and knowing that they were there in great number made me even more nervous about staying.

They started to pull us into a conference room that was really large like the convention center down in Corpus at the bayfront, and there were all these old cars (19-teens, 1920s). They kept trying to pull us into the room, and I was really trying hard to pull away.

Suddenly, there was a bit of panic in the hotel, but not among the convention goers. There was something about a Jack the Ripper type person running around and monsters loose in the hotel. The Christian group was trying to get the guy and me to stay with them "for safety," but there was something really oily about their smiles as if they knew what was going on. I was really willing to face the monsters just to get the hell away from the hotel.

And then I woke up.
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fiat_knoxfiat_knox on July 21st, 2010 07:33 pm (UTC)
I was really willing to face the monsters just to get the hell away from the hotel.

Actually, I suspect you were already facing the monsters.

The ones with the oily smiles, at least.

Who's to say that the Jack the Ripper type was not one of theirs, only one more given to open slaughter than the covert slaughter these polyester fecks were more into.
Wolfsheart...Child of Trickster and Cosmic Dupe: Carl Jungwolf_heart9 on July 21st, 2010 08:21 pm (UTC)
That's kind of what I was thinking. The whole group of people started to become this Cthulhu-esque horde, I think, and honestly, the monsters seemed less terrifying to walk through to get out than to go into that convention room with those people.

I'd wondered the monsters and the Jack the Ripper being like...the lesser of two evils.
R is for Raygun: BOOGA BOOGA BOOGAkleenexwoman on July 21st, 2010 07:59 pm (UTC)
Wolfsheart...Child of Trickster and Cosmic Dupe: Alien Stinkhorn Mushroomwolf_heart9 on July 21st, 2010 08:23 pm (UTC)
LOL I don't think they were body snatchers, but I don't get the impression that I would have been me if I'd let them pull me into their midst.

Teach me to pretend I'm something I'm not just to get a hotel room. Then that thing I pretend to be comes and bites me on the ass and not in a fun kind of way. LOL