I had another strange dream...
We were on some sort of class trip -- not a vacation, exactly, because some of our teachers were there. We were told about the trip at an assembly; there were a couple of the jocks there, and some guy named Tim who was joking about Indian lore, and I don't really remember much about the assembly itself, because I woke up briefly, but when I fell asleep again, we were on our way to the destination in a caravan of vans. I wonder if that's where the word came from? Probably not. I'm still not awake all the way yet.
Anyhow, I don't remember exactly why we were going wherever we were, but it was awfully hot there. Terribly hot - I was sweating like crazy, and everything seemed to take so much effort. Nobody else seemed to notice, though. We were in several hotel rooms in this quaint-looking hotel that reminded me of the time we went to Mexico -- it didn't quite look like any hotel I'd seen before, but it looked like it had been styled after hotels I had seen, or vice versa, if that makes any sense. I don't remember who I was rooming with -- I think I was rooming with a teacher, a vaguely Oriental woman with dark eyes and a sheaf of paperwork under the passenger side seat, and a girl who was trying to tell me something, only I could never focus long enough to hear what it was. It was just too hot...
We left our hotel rooms to visit some people (friends?) who were staying in a hotel nearby -- everyone else was having fun, but I felt hot and sick still. I really felt like I needed to take a shower, but it was so hard to peel off my clothes that I just passed out partway through it. I woke up still mostly dressed in the living room (to someone's annoyed comment that I'd been in the bathroom for much of the day), made another abortive attempt to wrap a towel around me and get undressed, and headed into the bathroom, only to notice that someone was already in the bathtub, looking at me and grinning. I decided I didn't really want to take a shower after all, and hurried out before anything could happen.
The entire day had passed, and me without remembering most of it beyond the oppressive heat, and feeling sweaty all over. A woman passed by us, and I couldn't help thinking 'Is that Liza Minelli'? She certainly looked the part, and that's the name that came to mind when I saw her, although I can't imagine why she'd've possibly wanted to see us, and I'm sure I didn't make much of an impression as a guest. I wonder what she was doing there? There was a mess in her hotel room - toys scattered about, and a peculiar card on the floor amongst the toys, covered in strange designs, that I instinctively pocketed. I don't know why - maybe in my dreams I'm a kleptomaniac, because it suddenly seemed like something I had to have, right now. There was a boy there who I thought I recognized, a freshman, messing around with Lego parts on the floor, and I settled down with him to help clean it up so that we could get back to our own hotels...
And we were on the road again, traveling. Tim was talking about this crazy Indian guy who wore a headdress that looked uncannily like an enlarged version of the sandals he wore -- he might have been doing that earlier, and I just forgot about it until now. We came to a stop at a hotel ... I was sure we were going to be at our hotel, but when I looked outside, we were actually past the treeline near a hotel that didn't look quite familiar. I think I might have passed out for a moment, because when I woke up, I was in this room, and others were leaving it. The room seemed to tilt slightly as people exited it, and I hurriedly attempted to exit myself. There were lots of books on the shelves, I remember, and oddly enough, a collection of tapes in one bookshelf - all black-boxed tapes with 'Rick R.' in silver on the front. There was more written on them in pen, but I was in a hurry to leave and I was feeling too dizzy to stop and take a closer look; and the room was rocking harder, to the amusement of some of the students we were travelling with.
When I exited, I discovered we weren't near our hotel at all -- we were exiting a large trailer, and this peculiar old man dressed in green, with an elongated headdress that really did sort of resemble a sandal, was leading everyone onwards, to a collection of army green tripod-shaped tents. He was saying something, but I couldn't hear what he was saying...
And then I woke up again, and I thought I'd better write this dream down before it gets away from me. I don't know what we were doing, really. I'm sure it was some sort of history or archaeology trip, but I didn't recognize any history teachers I know. And I still feel hot and sick... I think those eggs really didn't agree with me.
Anyhow, I don't remember exactly why we were going wherever we were, but it was awfully hot there. Terribly hot - I was sweating like crazy, and everything seemed to take so much effort. Nobody else seemed to notice, though. We were in several hotel rooms in this quaint-looking hotel that reminded me of the time we went to Mexico -- it didn't quite look like any hotel I'd seen before, but it looked like it had been styled after hotels I had seen, or vice versa, if that makes any sense. I don't remember who I was rooming with -- I think I was rooming with a teacher, a vaguely Oriental woman with dark eyes and a sheaf of paperwork under the passenger side seat, and a girl who was trying to tell me something, only I could never focus long enough to hear what it was. It was just too hot...
We left our hotel rooms to visit some people (friends?) who were staying in a hotel nearby -- everyone else was having fun, but I felt hot and sick still. I really felt like I needed to take a shower, but it was so hard to peel off my clothes that I just passed out partway through it. I woke up still mostly dressed in the living room (to someone's annoyed comment that I'd been in the bathroom for much of the day), made another abortive attempt to wrap a towel around me and get undressed, and headed into the bathroom, only to notice that someone was already in the bathtub, looking at me and grinning. I decided I didn't really want to take a shower after all, and hurried out before anything could happen.
The entire day had passed, and me without remembering most of it beyond the oppressive heat, and feeling sweaty all over. A woman passed by us, and I couldn't help thinking 'Is that Liza Minelli'? She certainly looked the part, and that's the name that came to mind when I saw her, although I can't imagine why she'd've possibly wanted to see us, and I'm sure I didn't make much of an impression as a guest. I wonder what she was doing there? There was a mess in her hotel room - toys scattered about, and a peculiar card on the floor amongst the toys, covered in strange designs, that I instinctively pocketed. I don't know why - maybe in my dreams I'm a kleptomaniac, because it suddenly seemed like something I had to have, right now. There was a boy there who I thought I recognized, a freshman, messing around with Lego parts on the floor, and I settled down with him to help clean it up so that we could get back to our own hotels...
And we were on the road again, traveling. Tim was talking about this crazy Indian guy who wore a headdress that looked uncannily like an enlarged version of the sandals he wore -- he might have been doing that earlier, and I just forgot about it until now. We came to a stop at a hotel ... I was sure we were going to be at our hotel, but when I looked outside, we were actually past the treeline near a hotel that didn't look quite familiar. I think I might have passed out for a moment, because when I woke up, I was in this room, and others were leaving it. The room seemed to tilt slightly as people exited it, and I hurriedly attempted to exit myself. There were lots of books on the shelves, I remember, and oddly enough, a collection of tapes in one bookshelf - all black-boxed tapes with 'Rick R.' in silver on the front. There was more written on them in pen, but I was in a hurry to leave and I was feeling too dizzy to stop and take a closer look; and the room was rocking harder, to the amusement of some of the students we were travelling with.
When I exited, I discovered we weren't near our hotel at all -- we were exiting a large trailer, and this peculiar old man dressed in green, with an elongated headdress that really did sort of resemble a sandal, was leading everyone onwards, to a collection of army green tripod-shaped tents. He was saying something, but I couldn't hear what he was saying...
And then I woke up again, and I thought I'd better write this dream down before it gets away from me. I don't know what we were doing, really. I'm sure it was some sort of history or archaeology trip, but I didn't recognize any history teachers I know. And I still feel hot and sick... I think those eggs really didn't agree with me.