July 14
*I have the following note from the middle of the night – I can’t recall the dream:
contest – hotel… making bed. Looking for toothbrush / paste (orange flavor)
*I’m visiting a place, or traveling. The TV is turned to a comedy show… a stand up comedian. It is late at night, it has been a long day. There are twin beds to sleep on… S’s bed is messed up, mine was made, but just by tugging the covers up. I notice the head of my bed is opposite S’s… I can’t recall if I decided to turn the bed that way or not. I walk out to a living/family room (where the TV is on) and say I’m going to let the dogs out for one last run before bed time. S says he was already planning on doing that. I kneel down and my dog (from when I was a kid) runs up to me. Her fur is very soft, like she has just had a bath. I sit and let her climb in my lap. “Hey,” I say, “haven’t seen you in a while!” This reminds me of when I was a kid and the dog was a puppy, she’d been up whining in the kitchen and I went out there to pet her, I fell asleep on the kitchen floor and I woke up to her licking my nose. As I look at her now, I notice her eyes are very bright, expressive… and she no longer has the limp from her bad hip like she did when she was younger.
*I’m in a beach town with S. I recognize it, but it has changed. We’ve been driving aimlessly, we were going to go home but now S has suggested we just get a room here rather than make the long drive all the way back home. We get out of the car… I recognize where we are standing, there should be a pizza place behind us, but I don’t turn around to see. There are apartments on one corner, and there should be a motel directly across the street. I look around at some of the people here… there are creatures walking around. One “man” is oversized… orange in color and his arms are only about 6 inches long. He has no neck (he looks rather like a slug) and he is holding a 6 pack of beer in one “hand”… dangling it from the plastic rings… one can is in the other hand. This creature is leaning against a wall. There is another creature, mostly green in color, across the street pulling items out of the back of what looks like a mail truck… he is delivering items to a convenient store. I’m looking at low set of buildings, but it should be a hotel. I blink, and the hotel is there… we are walking in a side entrance. I see a long hall/ramp that goes up to my left (reminds me of an airport concourse) We walk down a narrow hall through a door to a reception area. The desks are low, the people working here are sitting in U-shaped curved, plush chairs (similar to what you would see in a Vegas lounge) We ask if the place is booked up… it seems to me she says they have no room available, and I groan… I don’t want to make the drive all the way back home… I’m too tired and it will take days. She starts to write information down in a ledger, though… seems like there is one room available and it happens to be the kind we like. S has me sign in, because it’s my birthday. I go to write my name in the ledger, but it’s difficult to write on… the pages are not made of paper, but cloth… and the ink spreads when I try to write, the cloth buckles underneath the sharpie I’m using. I straighten out the cloth and re-write my name again so she can clearly see it.
