#Dreaming of a bigger hotel

Last night’s dream was long, full-featured, and consisted of several elements I choose not to share in their totality in this venue (you all do remember the self-censoring filters I’ve imposed on what I write here, right?), but the final segment of the dream was delightfully entertaining and I feel safe sharing it with you.

Were I to outline the dream, I’d have to identify three main parts of it: 1.) jogging in downtown Indianapolis; 2.) conversations and interactions had with different people encountered during the aforementioned run, and ; 3.) returning to a fantastically expanded version of the Morris Hotel in San Antonio where I quarter in real-life and did in that silly dream, too.

In the final part of the dream I escorted a guest into The Morris, a guest encountered in an earlier part of the dream who was interested in becoming better acquainted with me, and embarked on a “ten-penny” tour of this joint. I do love this historic hotel, and I don’t mind “showing it off” to folks.

I should add that while I hold what is in my opinion the prime suite of rooms here, there are others that command a higher rent. Those suites on the outside corners of the front of the building, for example, with their great views of some of San Antonio’s most famous landmarks, are considered more valuable than mine, which happens to be right next to the largest laundry room in the hotel, and just a few steps away from the only designated smoking area for the entire building (yes, I smoke, and proudly) and is on the second floor, easily accessible by stairs on those occasions when the elevator is out of service, (much easier to go up and down stairs from my second floor apartment than those on the third or fourth floors, heh). But those on the front corners with the “better” views from their windows have always fascinated me, and form time to time I’ve been tempted to move into one of them.

In my dream…
I escorted my guest up the elevator to my second floor where I noticed a “tour” was in progress. Other guests were being escorted through the hotel. And I noticed that one of the front corner apartments on my floor was being shown. “C’mon, let’s take a look at this,” I told my guest. And we walked into the open apartment. Almost like Doctor Who’s Tardis, this suite of rooms was magically bigger on the inside that it had any realistic right to be. Designated as a two-bedroom suite, the individual rooms were the sizes of gymnasiums, at least.

In one corner room there was not only a spiral staircase leading down to lower levels but another set of stairs leading upwards to a door marked with a glowing exit sign. It could only be opening out onto a penthouse terrace of some kind or other. And the room itself was huge, simply huge.

Hearing voices off in the distance, I took my guest to another part of this suite of rooms where we found a multi-lane bowling alley with games in progress. And I don’t need to tell you how big a room THAT must have been to have a bowling alley in the corner of it!

Interestingly, the tourists who were being guided through the hotel (at least, this group of them; I suspected there were others) had been provided with toys that were occupying most of their attention. These toys were basically pneumatically operated hand-held cups that tossed ping pong balls a short distance up in the air then shut down, allowing the balls to be caught again. And the guests, all of them Japanese, were far more fascinated by these funky little toys than they were by what they were being shown of my hotel.

It was while watching them that my dream ended.

A Sign of the Season

This afternoon I visited the neighborhood Postal Substation located in the downtown Frost Bank Building. The first thing I noticed in the bank’s main lobby was the big Christmas tree. Nice!

Sometime over this weekend I’ll be hauling my little tree and decorations out of storage and start setting them up. ‘Tis the season, ya’ know.

A #Dream, a Woman in the Shadows

The second of today’s short sleep segments brought me a dream that was interesting not only in its extreme detail but also because it featured the return of a character from a previous dream, one from a few nights ago that I remembered while in this most recent dream and which I remember very well now, but that I didn’t remember when waking from the sleep segment in which that first dream happened. This returning character is one who only exists in my dreams, I can’t relate her to anyone I know, have known, or know about.

The setting of this dream was a tire store in Bloomington, IN, where I actually did work for a short time many years ago.

In my dream…
It was late at night, many years after I’d been employed at the store. I was passing by and noticed that the lights were on in the showroom and office area and a few of the big bay doors were standing wide open. But I couldn’t see any work going nor were any of the workers, salesmen, or managers anywhere to be seen. And it was several hours past the store’s closing time. Curious, that. I decided to check the situation out.

Walking into the showroom, I called out, “Hello there!” But I got no answer. After waiting a few minutes and still hearing nothing but silence I walked back into the darkened work area to see if I could find anyone there. I saw no one and no sign of any work going on. All the lights were off, the only illumination coming from the windows to the showroom and the open bay doors. Again I called out but again I heard no response.

Then I saw that other folks had noticed the store lights on. A few people had come into the showroom and were looking around at the displays as if they were wanting to buy something or schedule some work and were expecting a salesman to help them. I had to explain that the store was closed, even though it looked like it was open, and they should leave.

As they were leaving, I noticed some cars pulling up to the side of the store. Heading over to them I again found potential customers expecting service.

And… I also saw an attractive woman standing in the shadows by a workbench. I recognized her as the woman from that other dream of a few nights ago. And she recognized me, too! “Hey,” she smiled when I approached her, “I know you! You’re the guy who…” And then she reminded me of the time we spent together in that other dream, and she smiled again and hugged me.

I quickly explained the situation and asked her if she’d want to help me lock up the store after I got rid of the other people. “Just you and me?” she asked. “Oh yeah, let’s do it!”

The rest of the dream consisted of me trying to get rid of people who kept coming up to the store while I was trying to shut the doors and turn out the lights. I never did get to spend any alone time with that woman. Not in this dream, anyway.

I wonder if she’ll show up again?

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A #dream about a strange inheritance

Last night found me with two separate sleep segments: the first was four and a half hours long (from two-thirty in the morning), and the second was three and a half hours long (from eight-thirty in the morning until Noon). Though I had dreams in both segments, I can only remember one from the first with any kind of detail.

In this dream…
I was in a strange living situation. With an unidentified girlfriend, I was sharing a large mobile home with a single guy, and with a married couple who had one young son. The identities of all the folks in this dream, other than me, remain unclear. And there was nothing about the trailer to relate it specifically to anywhere I’ve ever been, (though I did live in a trailer once, renting out a bedroom from a buddy of mine.)

All of us were bikers, though none of us belonged to any organized motorcycle club or organization.

The single guy that was living with us had just died and had left a will bequeathing his assets to those of us who had been his closest friends. A cash settlement was left to the married couple, and they used it to take their son on a family vacation to Disneyland. To my girlfriend he left a paid-for college scholarship so she could return to school and finish her education. And to me he left his classic BMW motorcycle. And I thought, in my dream, that I had received by far the best bequest.

Mighty strange, this. I’ve never really been a “biker,” though I’ve had friends who were. And I’ve never owned nor spent much time around BMW bikes, though I’ve always admired them.

Even stranger was that my friend had left one more gift, this to my girlfriend. It was a vacuum cleaner that ran off the BMW’s engine. That’s right: one could only use it when it was hooked up to the bike.

With the married couple and their son gone on vacation, my girlfriend and I were attempting to vacuum the carpet in the trailer. And we were finding it to be quite a challenging project to say the least! She was working the vacuum while I was driving the bike from room to room and around the furniture.

Only in a dream could something like this work at all, folks. And it seemed like we were pulling it off in this one.