Egyptian Royalty Vampire Cult and me.

Date: 11/3/2016

I was out and about, maybe a teenager, maybe not, maybe homeless? Or at least without a home/family/good life. I got picked up by a couple in a really nice car. It was fantastic technology. It went from one end of the country to the other in a matter of hours. Later that car changed to look like some old persons car, I got out for a bit, and got back into a different car, though it was the same car really. The old lady hunched under the passenger seat up front. Later in New York we got a hotel, specifically for the entitled club we were now a part of. I don't think I was with the old couple anymore. It was more like being adopted by Egyptian royalty. Even by Egyptian gods. And the club was weird. I think there were sacrifices, but I'm not sure. I know i spent a lot of time organizing a cupboard/display case. It took up the whole front wall of the main room in our hotel suite. I was with a little boy during that time and he was crazy, psychotic in his thinking. I kept organizing needles and everything else in the cupboard but I remember the needles the best. I was always looking for one to use and could never find it, even when I had just sorted a dozen. I expected to be used in some Ritual sometime. But I really enjoyed the luxury. It wasn't anything like I had ever had experience before. The hotel was just, wow, oozed leisure. Made of blacks and soft variations on grey white and this accent dark red color. Thick ornate old Victorian or Edwardian chairs, a glorious bed which was so soft I felt I might not sleep in it. And I looked so good, but I only saw myself in the windows reflection, and in the bathrooms mirror later, but both were severely blurry. I don't recall exactly what I looked like. I also knew I wouldn't be here in three days, probably. It was like a fear and a certainty. I went back to my room to take a nap. The room didn't have a door but only two lace curtains, one white and one black, and these see through flimsy doors. I pulled them all closed and still could see the outline of one of the concubines through it but decided I would just hope for privacy. I needed to masturbate and then nap. But my privacy wasn't to be. I was disturbed by the open windows, bright sunshine and billowing curtains in the wind, some guy out there advertising this hotel, which was a part of some cult which I was now a part of. Maybe not a cult, but probably. And then the guy and his assistant came in, she was supposed to clean, and remarked how dirty the hotel was, which made me offended because I had just got in the bed, took off my coat and hung it on this ornate red chair, took off my shoes and spent all morning organizing in the main room. She said they were only supposed to do a deep cleaning once a day. I didn't think the hotel suite looked dirty at all. Then, instead of cleaning she got into bed with me, cuddled up close to me, her feet wore nylons which ran up her legs, sexy ones actually. She was older, plain looking, in a uniform which hid her body. I have no idea what she looked like really. She made me uncomfortable but I didn't say. She intuited it for me and said, in the this is probably what your thinking way, what is this old lady of 45 doing in my bed. I didn't tell her I was 30 because I looked so young she couldn't tell. I mean I looked 23 at best probably more teenage than that. I didn't correct her on her assumption. The guy was wandering around the room, I assume cleaning. He wore a suit. I was reading a book, a big thick one, a dark romance, about the Egyptian royalty. Now I remember, they were vampires, and she thought I was reading Twilight. No she made fun of Twilight and glee and I didn't tell her specifically I was reading Twilight and glee, supposedly in the same book. But obviously it wasn't, it was chocked full of chemistry which I read for pleasure too. In fact it was so thick and full of topics I'm not really sure it was a book, i think perhaps it was a really high tech smart phone and I was reading perhaps a history. It was however a required read to be in the cult/club/company of who brought me here and adopted me. Later I had left the bed, she and the guy were gone, and I was telling my mother about losing hair. I had been losing chunks of hair each day in the dream, and constantly threw them away, handed them really to someone. Not a servant, an i'm-living-with-a-friend-here- you-go-have-my-discarded-hair-just-to-be an-ass someone. They always rolled their eyes. Now I handed it to my mother, but she wasn't my mother obviously, this hair which had fallen out. The hair was this shocking orange gold, but dull from the decay. And fell out in huge chunks. I complained to her when she said it was okay that it was probably natural, and said no we humans are supposed to only lose 6 hairs a day. And then I picked up some more, a smaller chunk like what you would pull off a hairbrush, and help them out to her with my left hand. But suddenly this hologram showed up, beautiful rendition like on a computer screen in the middle of the air with crazy advanced technology, it was lit up of constellations, like one for each hair I didn't even bother to count them i was so awed by the technology, it came from a tiny dot implant on my left hand, a part of the phone technology. It lit up information about the hair, and each follicle was a part of a different star constellation. It changed as I moved to study the hair and readout, gave more information, read different things and I realized it would give information on anything I held. I was amazed.