Anyone ever had this dream?
Mar. 1st, 2008 06:53 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
pseydtonneI just woke up from a nap, since I had to run some errands this morning and still go to work this evening. I had a crazy dream and I had to run it by someone.
I dreamt that my roomie and I were on vacation in Europe somewhere and staying at a nice hotel for two days. This is already weird to me: luxury hotels tend to creep me out because I never feel like I belong in them. When I stayed on the top floor of the Park Plaza in Boston when I worked Arisia, I felt like I was wasting resources... well, until I tried that cylindrical pillow under my head.
By the way, please assume I'm thinking "no, I have no idea what that means" over and over.
Somehow I'd gone swimming in this weird, track-shaped pool with pullover lanes on the inner ring. I swam and felt invigorated.
Then I went to the basement or a garage entry or something equally uninspired with a water fountain in the middle. There was![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
imlad, pointing out something aesthetic about the empty fountain to a friend of his. I said imlad's name and he didn't respond. Then I said it louder, first and middle name. He began to turn his head about to look but neither he nor his friend could find the source of the words. "I'm right here! You're almost looking at me!" He would come close but never acknowledge, as if ghosts were talking.
I give up, take two escalators and go play pool upstairs. I'm still at the hotel but for some reason it's not in Europe anymore. It's suddenly in a suburb of Boston (Wakefield). I notice a line of people waiting to go upstairs via the elevator, so I give up and take the escalators down to wait where there is no line.
When I get to the foot of the escalator, there are people seated at a table in a restaurant. They start questioning me about where I was and whether I had hijacked an elevator. I explain that I had been playing pool upstairs and had not left the floor in several minutes. I still had a pool cue in my hand, so I waived it about a little for effect. I get tired of their questions, so I go over to the elevator.
When I press the button, a door opens but not onto an elevator. There is a short hallways to some bathrooms and a service elevator. I hop on that elevator, which is an old-fashioned manual operation. It should have an elevator operator but it doesn't. I press "4" and the elevator rises but the door is still open. The elevator rises to the mezzanine below the 2nd floor and stops. I realize there is a card swipe slot that requires me to slide my room key before I can go to the upper levels.
Who would design a security card key into an elevator and not retrofit a door closer?
I slide my card and get to the fourth floor. For some reason there is a food arcade on this level. It reminds me of the Movenpick. I see fruit in stands but nowhere to ring out.
The dream ends. It makes less sense now that I've typed this up. Any ideas?
I dreamt that my roomie and I were on vacation in Europe somewhere and staying at a nice hotel for two days. This is already weird to me: luxury hotels tend to creep me out because I never feel like I belong in them. When I stayed on the top floor of the Park Plaza in Boston when I worked Arisia, I felt like I was wasting resources... well, until I tried that cylindrical pillow under my head.
By the way, please assume I'm thinking "no, I have no idea what that means" over and over.
Somehow I'd gone swimming in this weird, track-shaped pool with pullover lanes on the inner ring. I swam and felt invigorated.
Then I went to the basement or a garage entry or something equally uninspired with a water fountain in the middle. There was
imlad, pointing out something aesthetic about the empty fountain to a friend of his. I said imlad's name and he didn't respond. Then I said it louder, first and middle name. He began to turn his head about to look but neither he nor his friend could find the source of the words. "I'm right here! You're almost looking at me!" He would come close but never acknowledge, as if ghosts were talking.I give up, take two escalators and go play pool upstairs. I'm still at the hotel but for some reason it's not in Europe anymore. It's suddenly in a suburb of Boston (Wakefield). I notice a line of people waiting to go upstairs via the elevator, so I give up and take the escalators down to wait where there is no line.
When I get to the foot of the escalator, there are people seated at a table in a restaurant. They start questioning me about where I was and whether I had hijacked an elevator. I explain that I had been playing pool upstairs and had not left the floor in several minutes. I still had a pool cue in my hand, so I waived it about a little for effect. I get tired of their questions, so I go over to the elevator.
When I press the button, a door opens but not onto an elevator. There is a short hallways to some bathrooms and a service elevator. I hop on that elevator, which is an old-fashioned manual operation. It should have an elevator operator but it doesn't. I press "4" and the elevator rises but the door is still open. The elevator rises to the mezzanine below the 2nd floor and stops. I realize there is a card swipe slot that requires me to slide my room key before I can go to the upper levels.
Who would design a security card key into an elevator and not retrofit a door closer?
I slide my card and get to the fourth floor. For some reason there is a food arcade on this level. It reminds me of the Movenpick. I see fruit in stands but nowhere to ring out.
The dream ends. It makes less sense now that I've typed this up. Any ideas?
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Date: 2008-03-02 03:38 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-03-02 03:38 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-03-02 11:37 pm (UTC)-I know you have been talking about visiting certain parts of Europe, right?
-Completely irrelevant, but I went swimming with my Baltimore sweetie at the Arisia hotel and I lust for their pool (next to the one at the gym, it is luxurious and opulent)
-Saying someone's name and them not responding? Is it possible you are not feeling recognized? Does imlad represent certain things/qualites to you?
-people accusing you of doing something (hijacking an elevator) that you had actually gone out of your way *not* to do...resonate with anything?
-you were just at a party with folks who were not all local, many of whom had been to Arisia
-anachronistic technology that highlights certain things but is clearly not entirely updated...no idea
-food you might want but no way to make the payment exchange...dunno
Any of this helpful?:)