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August 15, 2003

Dreams

I had two memorable dreams last night. Both frustrating. No idea what they mean.

Dream 1: My parents were vacationing in Santa Monica. At a hotel somewhere between Montana and Wilshire. I remember driving up to the hotel with them. I don't remember if I was driving when we came up to the hotel, but for some reason, my mom parked my truck. I walked upstairs while they parked it so I didn't know where they put it. My Dad parked his car somewhere. We were up a couple floors in their hotel room when the sky turned red. I'm not sure how I found out, but somehow a volcano was erupting. At first it didn't seem too urgent, but over the course of the hour it kept getting more urgent. We had to get out of there. Suddenly it became apparent that it was going to fully erupt at any minute and that we HAD to get out of there. NOW. So I started packing up my things, that which I could hold in my hands. This whole time I was telling my mom & dad that they had to leave now. They had to leave everything they brought and only take what was important, leave everything else. Only what they could carry. They didn't seem to be taking me as seriously. So I started yelling at them. "You have to leave now, grab what you can carry and lets go." They still weren't moving fast enough, so I grabbed what I could and left, thinking they were gonna be behind me. I got in the elevator and immediately realized I didn't know where my truck was parked. It was a small hotel so it didn't have many parking garage levels under the hotel. I picked the middle one of 2 or 3 and went down. By the time I got down there people were already leaving. I started walking up the main isle, but couldn't find my truck. Must be on another level. By the time I realized my truck wasn't there, most of the cars on that level had already left and I was getting frantic. So I started running. then I woke up.

Dream 2: I was in some big city, maybe Vegas, with a big group of people. Probably for some convention. We were all staying in this REALLY old hotel. Built in the 20s or something. I remember getting there, getting a room, with my brother, putting most of my stuff down, and going to a nearby room where more people were congregating. I'm sure I was drinking because I think I slept in that room that night. I then left and must have gone to some other floor. I realized I wanted to clean up, but realized my toiletry bag was in my room (somewhere). I was in the lobby at the time. I got in one of the 4 elevators, but it only had one button, it went from the main lobby to the parking garage. The main lobby was up a couple floors. So I asked the guy in the lobby. I got in another elevator and it had all these crazy button, I knew I was on the 12th floor, but there was no button that just said 12. I hit some other button and suddenly went on this LONG elevator ride that didn't just go down, but sideways on a track past the pool where it kept hitting people in the head. It was ridiculous. It then went through some other rooms and up and down other floors and finally to level 13 (which was as close as I could get). So I started searching for stairs and finally found them. I found the level where my room was, but couldn't remember which room. I had a key, but it had a long number on it which didn't correlate to the room numbers. I was getting so frustrated. I'd been just trying to get back to my room and it was taking hours!! Why did they make such asinine elevator systems in the 30s (was my thought)? I found the other room which had some of my stuff, but couldn't find my room. I woke up around this point. Frustrated.

Posted by wonko at August 15, 2003 10:06 PM

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