So I am not sure what this means.
For the past three nights I have had dreams set in or around
a motor hotel from the 1960s. In one
dream I ran into people at the hotel that lived far away. I had known from
years earlier in my life. Still there
they were asking me if I wanted to go have Salisbury steak with them at the restaurant
attached to the place. They swore it was
good and they wanted to catch up.
In another dream I was trying to leave the place in an old
Dodge Dart. Each time I started to leave I got stuck in an ash pile from a
large incinerator located nearby. I have
never owned a Mopar product.
In the third reverie I was staring out off of the second
floor balcony. As I scanned a brown
winter landscape I wondering what things I might find of interest on the flat
treeless plain that extended behind the motel for miles. I just stared and stared and eventually I
told myself it was time to go.
In each case I woke up just puzzled as to why such an image
was in my head. It just didn’t make
sense. I mean these were detailed dreams
from the thick curtains in the room to the band around the toilet seat and lid saying
sanitized for your protection. Must be
some neuron in the back of my brain is reopening or dying and this image had to
come out.
