recording my scary dream from last night.
I'm sitting on my Grandma's porch with my aunt Janice. She has a small digital camera in her hand and begins to complain about the sad, depressing photos her teenage daughter takes of herself. She flips through the photos and I see what she is talking about. I then look beyond her, across the street, and notice a very large old red building. It looks like a chateau right in the middle of Hudson. I don't remember ever seeing it, so I ask my aunt what's inside. She doesn't know what I'm talking about, but then raises her head from the screen of the digital camera and looks across the street at the mansion. "Oh, I think it's a furniture warehouse," she says. I decide to investigate, and walk across the street alone toward this newfound place. I see an enter door and walk inside. There are three doors within. One is open, and I walk through realizing I had just entered the mens' room. I turn around abruptly and see that the other door has a little woman icon on it. I decide to enter the unlabeled door and find a staircase, which I climb. I open the door at the top of the stairs and find myself in a dark, relatively old-fashioned bar. The walls have black and white fabric paneled on the walls and the only people I see are three older women having drinks on the other side of the room. I take a seat to my immediate right, facing the bar/counter. A small-framed, curly-haired woman emerges from the behind the counter. She has to be about 50-60 years old, her hair slightly graying.
"What'll you have?" she asks. I look at her, and then down at the blue carpet below my feet."Cranberry and vodka," I say. She asks what kind, and I am confused. She told me the kind that they make has pulp and chunks of ice. "Like that," I say.
She brings out my drink and I sit, sipping it at the table alone. I feel kind of uncomfortable and awkward sitting at the table alone. Like everyone is looking at me. I overhear the barmaid talking to a man behind the count about someone named Danny. Apparently he hasn't been in work today, and they need him in the kitchen. I finish my drink and get up to pay at the counter. It is somewhat built into the wall and I see a small computer to my relief, as I only had a credit card. I hand my card to her, and she looks at it, picks up the phone and says "Where's Danny? I need to find him." She says to sit tight, she'll be right back. I go back to my table and sit down by myself again. Four or so more elderly people enter the bar from across the room and I can tell they're looking at my table. I smile, look at the table in front of me and say "Is this yours? I'm just about to leave, you can take a seat." Just as they approach my table, I hear one of them say "Hey, Danny" I look to my left and there stands a man in a white apron noticeably stained with blood. My first reaction is that he must be a chef and made a mess while chopping some meats, but as he raises his hand and walks toward the bar, I see that he has a miniature butcher's knife. I run toward him and turn into a room right before I reach him, shutting the door and holding it tightly. I can feel him pushing on the door. I push back. This goes on for some time until I realize he is gone. I step away from the door and walk across the bedroom I am in towards a window. It looks like it's painted shut, but I pry it open, feeling the cool air from outside. I lean out and look down at the golden branches of a tree with a coat of ice over it. For a moment I toy with the idea of grabbing a hold of one of the branches and climbing down to safety, but I know I'd slip on the ice, and I was about four stories from the ground. I turn around realize the door is open and run out, down the stairs, and out to safety. I realize that I am no longer in Hudson when I exit the building. I am now on a traffic circle in Washington DC. This is where I wake up.
"What'll you have?" she asks. I look at her, and then down at the blue carpet below my feet."Cranberry and vodka," I say. She asks what kind, and I am confused. She told me the kind that they make has pulp and chunks of ice. "Like that," I say.
She brings out my drink and I sit, sipping it at the table alone. I feel kind of uncomfortable and awkward sitting at the table alone. Like everyone is looking at me. I overhear the barmaid talking to a man behind the count about someone named Danny. Apparently he hasn't been in work today, and they need him in the kitchen. I finish my drink and get up to pay at the counter. It is somewhat built into the wall and I see a small computer to my relief, as I only had a credit card. I hand my card to her, and she looks at it, picks up the phone and says "Where's Danny? I need to find him." She says to sit tight, she'll be right back. I go back to my table and sit down by myself again. Four or so more elderly people enter the bar from across the room and I can tell they're looking at my table. I smile, look at the table in front of me and say "Is this yours? I'm just about to leave, you can take a seat." Just as they approach my table, I hear one of them say "Hey, Danny" I look to my left and there stands a man in a white apron noticeably stained with blood. My first reaction is that he must be a chef and made a mess while chopping some meats, but as he raises his hand and walks toward the bar, I see that he has a miniature butcher's knife. I run toward him and turn into a room right before I reach him, shutting the door and holding it tightly. I can feel him pushing on the door. I push back. This goes on for some time until I realize he is gone. I step away from the door and walk across the bedroom I am in towards a window. It looks like it's painted shut, but I pry it open, feeling the cool air from outside. I lean out and look down at the golden branches of a tree with a coat of ice over it. For a moment I toy with the idea of grabbing a hold of one of the branches and climbing down to safety, but I know I'd slip on the ice, and I was about four stories from the ground. I turn around realize the door is open and run out, down the stairs, and out to safety. I realize that I am no longer in Hudson when I exit the building. I am now on a traffic circle in Washington DC. This is where I wake up.