Weird dream
Ok, I'm filing this one under "W" for weird. It's short 'n' well .... like me, short but definately weird. Actually this happened about a couple of weeks ago, I'm surprised with myself I can remember this! Actually I can remember another dream I had just recently as well which involved a large ringtailed lemur, but more on that another time.
So there I was....well, I'm not sure where I was although I did know two things. Number one I was outside of a hotel and number two I needed a room to stay in. I can remember standing outside for the briefest moment looking inside then I went inside. I then approached the front desk, the reception desk.
The reception desk itself (as I think the hotel itself might have) looked really run-down and tatty. You know the sort of place - the sort of place which hasn't seen a lick of place since the second world war or something. The wood around the desk was all broken up and the paint on the wall, which I recall as being light blue looked as though it'd been there for ages.
Actually this hotel even from my own judgements at this initial time seemed to indicate this was a really run down crappy hotel. Really sparsely furnished as well. I have no idea why I chose this place!
So whoever (as I can't recall anything about them) hands me a key for a room but then starts to tell me something about this place. Apparently, this hotel is notirious (no, I can't spell that right). You know how some places get famous because something criminal or tragic has happened in (let's say) one room. Well this place had something happen in ALL of the rooms. Yep, every single one.
I'm then walking down an almost completely void of decorating corridor down to my room. Presumably (as I can't remember this bit) I unlock and walk in. And between that time and this I find out about just what happened in the room I'm staying in.
In my case nothing criminal appaears to have happened in the room I got. Instead what happened in this room (I have no idea when) appears more tragic than crimial.
You see, when I entered the room what do I find? Nothing - or almost nothing. In fact there's only three things in this tiny room. There's some sort of picture in a frame (I'm guessing lying on the floor; more on this later), a metal spring bed (no sheets nor anything else just the bare metal skeleton) and an equally tiny bathroom.
So what did I get told? Well apparently whoever had this room before me kinda well .... never sort of left. From what I gather had happened someone (I do not know who!) caught some sort of disease at a young age (and apparently because they "had spots" and might have "smelled", yes I know it dosen't make any sense to me either) and apparently they were bedridden. For their whole lives.
Only that this wasn't a someone will get you out every day in a wheelchar or anything like that apparently this person spent their entire lives in that (metal) bed and in this one room. Never went out at all. They were young in it, middle aged in it, grew old in it and died in it.
And that's where this picture comes in (and where the dream finishes). You see I'm looking at this picture which looks old (though it appears to be a colour picture). It's of a scene and I can't remember anything much about it now and I have no idea who was in it. Only that it looked like some sort of birthday party or celebration or xmas celebration. No idea what though.
At that point, I woke up.
An' that's that. Dream over!
SP
So there I was....well, I'm not sure where I was although I did know two things. Number one I was outside of a hotel and number two I needed a room to stay in. I can remember standing outside for the briefest moment looking inside then I went inside. I then approached the front desk, the reception desk.
The reception desk itself (as I think the hotel itself might have) looked really run-down and tatty. You know the sort of place - the sort of place which hasn't seen a lick of place since the second world war or something. The wood around the desk was all broken up and the paint on the wall, which I recall as being light blue looked as though it'd been there for ages.
Actually this hotel even from my own judgements at this initial time seemed to indicate this was a really run down crappy hotel. Really sparsely furnished as well. I have no idea why I chose this place!
So whoever (as I can't recall anything about them) hands me a key for a room but then starts to tell me something about this place. Apparently, this hotel is notirious (no, I can't spell that right). You know how some places get famous because something criminal or tragic has happened in (let's say) one room. Well this place had something happen in ALL of the rooms. Yep, every single one.
I'm then walking down an almost completely void of decorating corridor down to my room. Presumably (as I can't remember this bit) I unlock and walk in. And between that time and this I find out about just what happened in the room I'm staying in.
In my case nothing criminal appaears to have happened in the room I got. Instead what happened in this room (I have no idea when) appears more tragic than crimial.
You see, when I entered the room what do I find? Nothing - or almost nothing. In fact there's only three things in this tiny room. There's some sort of picture in a frame (I'm guessing lying on the floor; more on this later), a metal spring bed (no sheets nor anything else just the bare metal skeleton) and an equally tiny bathroom.
So what did I get told? Well apparently whoever had this room before me kinda well .... never sort of left. From what I gather had happened someone (I do not know who!) caught some sort of disease at a young age (and apparently because they "had spots" and might have "smelled", yes I know it dosen't make any sense to me either) and apparently they were bedridden. For their whole lives.
Only that this wasn't a someone will get you out every day in a wheelchar or anything like that apparently this person spent their entire lives in that (metal) bed and in this one room. Never went out at all. They were young in it, middle aged in it, grew old in it and died in it.
And that's where this picture comes in (and where the dream finishes). You see I'm looking at this picture which looks old (though it appears to be a colour picture). It's of a scene and I can't remember anything much about it now and I have no idea who was in it. Only that it looked like some sort of birthday party or celebration or xmas celebration. No idea what though.
At that point, I woke up.
An' that's that. Dream over!
SP