The Hotel

Date: 10/22/2018

I am in a hotel in Hawaii (which I was in real life recently), sitting in a bedroom that was part of the room. I am sitting in there for punishment but I don’t remember what for now. The room has one wall that is all windows, but the windows are pretty smudged and also you can’t open them. What you could open though were these little portholes in the windows themselves. I look out at the beach and the sand is a soft pink. It is actually really pretty for a dream. I pull out my phone, which has the same case as the one in the dream but a different wall paper so that’s a red flag. Anyway I go to take a picture of the view but in the photo my reflection is really showing and it got in the way of the photo. I keep trying and it still doesn’t work so I use the porthole. I open the porthole and try to take a picture, but from the angle of the windows in comparison to the scenery I wanna photograph I am forced to stick my phone out to take the photo. My cousin, Sarah, does the same with her phone in the other porthole. In this dream I kept figuring out I was dreaming and then being re-convinced I wasn’t, as evidenced by the phone thing. So I’m thinking to myself, “something is gonna happen right now why would this be in the dream if something wasn’t gonna happen it has to be interesting right?” This makes me scared so I pull my phone back in. Sarah does not And she drops the phone and it lands on a roof far below us. Not too far for me to read the LG symbol on it, which makes me think wait that’s not her phone. My Uncle Jeff is there and he goes, “Aw man my phone!” And Sarah apologizes and then everyone is fine. I’ve got my pictures so I go to walk away from the window but the ground feels really weird. I say, “Uhm guys I think the tower is like slanted. Over here feels a lot lower than over there.” And no one listens to me so I wobble up to the other side of the room and then everything sways and leans the other way, but this time everyone feels it. All of a sudden it sways the original way it leans and now is falling. You can see out the window that the entire hotel was falling gave forward and we were inside it. All three of us in the room, my cousin my sister and I, and my family in the other room were screaming. Me and Sarah stop screaming as we get close to the end of our dramatic collapse, and we start yelling “Brace! Brace for impact! Brace!” And I know what brace means but I don’t really know how I would do it, so I just kind of stiffen up. As soon as we hit the ground I am teleported, along with everyone else that was in the hotel, to the ground beside it. We were all unharmed. At first instead of thinking, “How am I alive?” I think “Maybe the little thingy we were in fell off of the rest of the hotel” because the hotel is shaped like the Titan’s Tower (a T). Then my mom says, “Maddy are you ok?” And my mind immediately goes to, “Am I in hell? Is this dream about me dying and going to hell? Is this hell?” But I forgot about that thought as my family and I all went back to the somehow intact hotel, even though it was on its side a few seconds ago. We go inside and to a stairwell that is completely carpeted for some reason. The stairs go up in the classic square spiral pattern (a few steps and then a landing and then steps the other way you know). So we get to our room and now suddenly everyone is rushing to get our stuff and get out. Everyone starts grabbing bags and running and my Uncle Bob tells me what bags to grab, mine are not mentioned. I really want to get MY stuff but would that be selfish? I decide I’ll do both, and turn to get the bags I was assigned. Weirdly though, all the bags are already taken except mine so I just grab mine (a backpack and a suitcase) and go to leave. Then I remember my phone, which is still sitting plugged in. The whole hotel shakes as if it’s gonna fall apart and I run and grab my phone and quickly head back to the stairwell. Most of my family is already heading down but my Mom and my Aunt Rosie are standing at the top. When my mom sees I’m ok she starts heading down and I follow. My aunt is still standing there and I yell for her to come on. She says it’s too hard to go down the stairs with a suitcase but I say, “I literally just did!” And she comes. We get out of the hotel and we are in a mall type area or something, like an outdoor mall/shopping center. We go to go up an escalator and it’s really fast and the steps are half the size of normal steps. The boys hop on and flail around but they get up and wait for everyone else. Me and Sarah get up the escalator after a struggle, but at the top is a really fast conveyor belt leading to a wall. Me and Sarah don’t get off in time and slam into the wall. I wiggle off but Sarah is stuck. For some reason I just leave her there and walk away. Then I wake up.