September 24
*I’m walking into a restaurant holding a shirt in my hands. The shirt is a men’s shirt… button down short sleeved, sort of a Hawaiian style but the design on it is not quite floral… the bottom portion of the shirt is sort of brown… (it might be one that sort of looks like a landscape) I wasn’t planning on wearing it, I wanted to use the fabric for something. S is here, he is walking me into the restaurant. I feel like I’m not dressed enough, I walk past a mirror and stop to look… I’m wearing a bathing suit with some flannel pajama bottoms on over it. I wrinkle my face up in the mirror at my reflection… I’m not properly dressed to be here, I need to cover up more skin. I say “I guess I could wear this shirt… it’s way too big though” I slide my arms into the sleeves, the shirt comes down to about mid-thigh. I don’t button it, I just close the front over my chest and cross my arms to keep it in place. I feel like I look ridiculous.
*I’m staying at a hotel – family is here, though they are staying in other rooms. I’m walking back to the main building. Today is a Friday… should be a regular school/work day, but we decided to go to the coast for a couple days. I’m thinking about all the stuff that needs to be done around the house… we’ll have to get up tomorrow (Saturday morning) and just drive back home. I suppose the drive will be a long one with lots of stops, since we will be showing extended family the general area.
To enter the hotel I open an outside door. I think there should be a security key to open the door, but they leave it unlocked during the day. Inside there is what looks like one of those photo booths at a carnival, but you go inside and punch in a number – I’m thinking it’s the number of the building I’ve just walked into, and punching the code to say I’m in this building is redundant, as I’m already in the building… but I punch the code anyway… 924.
The interior of the hotel seems old – the railings for the staircases are dark wood and ornate, but look rickety and dusty in spots. The carpet is threadbare… used to be very deep red (Victorian style) I go to my room and shut the door. I do not turn on any lights… it has started to rain outside. The room, with the lights off, seems monochromatic. It is a long, narrow room… as I walk in the door the entire wall to my right is all windows – floor to ceiling – with a sliding glass door in the middle. In front of me in the narrow room is a bed – queen sized. The room is just wide enough that there is about 3 feet between the sides of the bed and the walls on either side. On the side I’m facing, the wall behind the bed has a door – I presume this goes to the bathroom.
I turn to my left and look out the window… the patio is very gray… a lot of cement everywhere. There is a long pool or water feature running the length of the patio. Outside every hotel room is a little set of cafe table/chairs – black rod iron. The water feature is not perfectly rectangular, it curves slightly here and there. I believe I can see another building of the hotel across the patio from me. There is some low landscaping here and there (small bushes) and one large tree that I can see just to the left of my windows. Might be willow? Long stringy branches that sway in the wind.
The wind is picking up… there is a storm coming. The storm is a surprise. As the rain picks up it begins to come down in sheets… the tree branches are blowing almost completely sideways. Everything outside looks very gray… deep gray clouds overhead seem to suck the color out of the patio (it might be nearly night – hardly any light) I can see some small particles floating in the air here and there… looks like sea foam. I can hear the ocean waves, though I can’t view the ocean from here. I hear a crashing sound and a second later there is a surge through the water feature on the patio. I hear a wave of water hit the windows/sliding glass door of my room and I jump back a little. I’m trying to figure out how the ocean came to be this close to the building, I thought there was another building to the right of me. Another wave crashes, and another larger surge runs the length of the water feature, splashing the entire patio and building again. I feel a spray of water, but I don’t think I should. The windows are all closed. I step forward to double check the right window and another crashing sound outside, this time a large spray of water comes up through the vent in the floor, soaking the carpeting along the wall of windows.
September 23
Fair warning – this one is graphic.
*I’m walking down the hallway of a house… there are people in one of the bedrooms packing things, there may be a second group of people in another room of the house (kitchen?) getting ready to call the police. I can’t tell if the second group lives here or just came in. I approach a door at the end of the hallway, the lights are dim… I turn the knob, push the door open about a foot, and peer inside. The walls are splattered with blood, I can see there is a body laying across a twin bed, legs tangled up, arm hanging down… there is at least one obvious slash mark down the arm. The body is wearing dark pants/jeans and black shoes. I peer around the room, there are framed posters on the wall / a mirror as well… every wall has streaks of blood. I know without looking there is a second body in the room, behind the door down the length of the room somewhere. I can almost picture it in my mind. I shut the door, turn, and walk outside. I’m responsible for their deaths, I know they were killed with a knife, though I can’t picture having done it. There is something wrong in my head (multiple personality or schizophrenic) I feel bad about what has happened, but I also feel the need to run away. Outside there is a large bird cage which turns over, most of the birds escape. I pick up one that will come with me… though the cage tipped and the birds are now free most of them do not fly away… they’ve been in the cage too long? and don’t remember how to fly… or they are too young. The bird I have seems to be fluffy – like a new chick. Inside the house again there are two people packing, rapidly. We need to get out of here. We also have a dog with us (a squat little pug dog, dark brown/black) We are discussing which animals of ours we can take with us – we’ve decided on just the one bird, we don’t have time to gather up the others. The two people are taking too long to pack… they think we have time to get out of here but I’m arguing with them. I can picture the police getting here and setting up a perimiter, I’m trying to explain to my companions that we need to get out of town before the police see what has happened.
September 22
*I’m talking with TS – he is describing a game to me. It looks like a computer game – he is part of a team that goes out on missions, the team name is something from Chronicles of Narnia (Cair Parael). He is explaining to me how they run their missions in the game… he has missed the last two or three missions because of schedling, but he made it to this one. He tells me his character name (I can’t recall it exactly, seemed to start with “ch” or I saw that his alignment is chaotic ) He said this was an importaint campaign because it was being filmed.
September 20
*I am a kid with a friend… we are running through a school building – we have stolen something from one of the rooms… or set off the fire alarm (or some other kind of alarm) As we run out the front doors I see some younger kids in front of the building. I tell my friend they’ll be able to ID us as the people running from the building right before the alarm goes off. I point out a frog that is hopping near a parking lot island to distract the kids… they run over to see the little tree frog and we run in the other direction.
There is a row of porta-potties. Someone has taken them apart and lined up the containers from the interior of the porta-potties. The containers are all sealed, they are like giant tupperware containers. There is a group that is assigned to clean the containers out – the guy in charge of this doesn’t appear to mind the job.
*There is a reality show… there is a contest within the show to guess the french name of each item of food on the table. The contestant is given a booklet – spiral bound – with the french name of a food and a description of what it contains, and the conestant has to match each page with the food which is plated up on the table. The table is draped in a white table cloth.
*I’m talking to FB within some kind of a building… looks similar to a gym though I’ve never been inside this one (could be a rec center?) There are locker rooms and saunas for men and women. We are walking through the main area and then down a hallway… through a glass door on the left we see a steam room & there is a young (teenage) couple inside messing around… looks like the guy is trying to spray the girl with a squirt gun or water bottle – they are laughing. We get to the end of the hall and there is the door to the men’s steam room. We continue to talk as he opend the door and I walk in with him (we are both fully clothed) To keep the steam in, they have two doors you need to walk through… you go through the first door and close it, then open the second door to get all the way into the steam room. We are joking around and he says something along the lines of daring me to go into the men’s steam room. I say I’ll do it (calling his bluff) and as he opens the second door I go to follow him. He is laughing, but stops me from walking all the way in, saying “Oops! There are other men in here!” and he blocks me from getting through the second door. I wait for a few minutes while he goes in to change, then he comes out and we walk back through the hallway, conitnuing our conversation.
September 18
Sleep disruptions the last couple nights, and that early alarm clock is working against me.
