Motel Madness

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.