The Hotel -- Glassed "Inn"
Driving in a packed car to someone's home or a B&B - it's not clear - in preparation for an out-of-town family wedding. Have no idea who is getting married. Everyone else but me gets out of the car to start unloading and "moving in". We sure had a lot of stuff unnecessary for a trip like this. There was a paper grocery bag in the seat behind me containing spirals of decorative glass. Mom took it out and I said careful to not break it, and it turns out to be a carriage, like a blown glass Cinderella carriage with glass wheels, something you might buy from an artist and put on your coffee table. It took Dad two seconds to have the thing in the air... apparently, this was a remote control glass art carriage... until he couldn't keep it in the air anymore and it fell to the ground. Miraculously, it wasn't broken.
So everyone else, all the rest of the wedding guests, were busily moving in to their rooms and I was still in the car. I think I had my eyeglasses on, which would mean I wasn't dressed and showered for the day. So I probably didn't want to get out of the car.
Cut to scene of me moving in to my room. Deb and I shared a room (where are the spouses?) and I was, through smeary eyeglasses, trying to find the closets where I was to put my clothes. There were a lot of closet-like doors in our room. I got interested by a door that revealed little cubbies. Just perfect for jewelry. I opened one, and it had jewelry in it already and I thought I'd borrow some during our stay. I took one out, and it was sort of possessed. As I reached for it, the object - a necklace?? - leaped out of the cubbie and attached to my hand. I couldn't get away from it. I fought with it until I managed to stuff it back in the cubbie and pushed it closed.
Deb was irritated by my ramblings around because she wanted to nap. I made my way around by the daylight coming through the blinds. Then I found a door and went through it, and suddenly I was out in a big hallway in this "house" which actually now looked more like a hotel. Other wedding guests were already moved in and showered, dressed and there I was in the hallway presumably wearing PJs and eyeglasses. I wanted to get those yucky glasses off and put my contacts in. Having trouble seeing. There were hallways everywhere. Then uhoh, I looked back and didn't know what room I came out of.
Not knowing the number or location of my room, I spent the eternity of the dream running around up and down hallways, at one point grabbing a small white garbage can to put over my head, apparently to shield my eyeglass-face from view. I was hoping Mom and Dad wouldn't see me running around with a garbage can on my head. I walked past the "400 level suite" which it seems was held by the owners of the place, and a woman was propped on a stool in the room, or one of the rooms of the suite, with her hair in a turban towel and foot up as if doing a manicure. Why she was doing her nails post-shower in full view of everyone is beyond me, since I was furiously running around looking for cover. She had a door, I didn't, and I never found it before I woke up.
So everyone else, all the rest of the wedding guests, were busily moving in to their rooms and I was still in the car. I think I had my eyeglasses on, which would mean I wasn't dressed and showered for the day. So I probably didn't want to get out of the car.
Cut to scene of me moving in to my room. Deb and I shared a room (where are the spouses?) and I was, through smeary eyeglasses, trying to find the closets where I was to put my clothes. There were a lot of closet-like doors in our room. I got interested by a door that revealed little cubbies. Just perfect for jewelry. I opened one, and it had jewelry in it already and I thought I'd borrow some during our stay. I took one out, and it was sort of possessed. As I reached for it, the object - a necklace?? - leaped out of the cubbie and attached to my hand. I couldn't get away from it. I fought with it until I managed to stuff it back in the cubbie and pushed it closed.
Deb was irritated by my ramblings around because she wanted to nap. I made my way around by the daylight coming through the blinds. Then I found a door and went through it, and suddenly I was out in a big hallway in this "house" which actually now looked more like a hotel. Other wedding guests were already moved in and showered, dressed and there I was in the hallway presumably wearing PJs and eyeglasses. I wanted to get those yucky glasses off and put my contacts in. Having trouble seeing. There were hallways everywhere. Then uhoh, I looked back and didn't know what room I came out of.
Not knowing the number or location of my room, I spent the eternity of the dream running around up and down hallways, at one point grabbing a small white garbage can to put over my head, apparently to shield my eyeglass-face from view. I was hoping Mom and Dad wouldn't see me running around with a garbage can on my head. I walked past the "400 level suite" which it seems was held by the owners of the place, and a woman was propped on a stool in the room, or one of the rooms of the suite, with her hair in a turban towel and foot up as if doing a manicure. Why she was doing her nails post-shower in full view of everyone is beyond me, since I was furiously running around looking for cover. She had a door, I didn't, and I never found it before I woke up.
posted by Jan at 7:19 AM
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