The BnB is a spaceship

Date: 5/6/2018

My supervisor and my coworker were hired to work on a commercial. The whole thing was about how “drugs are hiding everywhere” and you just have to say “no!” The plan was to have the person on screen holding this giant KitKat bar, go to break it in half, and realize the inside is filled with cocaine. Fake cocaine was apparently not realistic enough because they were going around calling all kinds of people trying to figure out where they could legally buy cocaine to use in the shot. My coworker was the one in charge of taking care of all the logistics, so he was trying to find lodging for the whole crew. I told him about this BnB Is’d stayed at before and how it was the most absolutely relaxing and amazing place. He liked the idea so he made the reservations. When we got there we found out we had been put in the “house 2” which was not the building I’d stayed in previously, and was not nearly as nice. I’m a bit disappointed but we carry on and get our keys for room 313. We walk all around the building trying to find our number but there just is no 313. It skips to 314 and nothing else close. I say something about remembering there being a weird way in for this room, so I hurry off around the back of the building. I end up going in a door for a different number but it just leads to the hall inside and I’m starting to remember being here before. I’m clear on the other end of the building so I (very hurriedly) start towards this narrow hallway that really felt like an indoor alley, if that makes any sense, and could see the door at the other end. Don’t know why I was in such a hurry, but I basically was going so fast I’d just kind of hover over the ground rather than running. I kept running but never reached the end. Instead, I felt myself instinctually turning down other side hallways without really thinking about it, and then I was in this big circular room where my dad was standing by a huge picture window that curved with the room. The place felt like a space ship or something, and out the window I could see the tops of huge snow capped mountains, as if the building were suspended way up in the sky. I stepped closer to the window and pressed up as close to it as I could, but the glass was continually just a bit foggy, like I couldn’t quite make it focus. My Dad seemed rather unlike himself. I sensed he’d been in here for a very long time, and the way he couldn’t stop staring out the window was unsettling. I gazed out in awed silence for a while, thinking it was the most beautiful thing I’d ever seen. Eventually I left, because I remembered I still needed to tell the rest of the group that I knew how to get to our room now. Back out in the hall, there were lots more people here and the halls were huge and fancy, like some super upscale mall or airport or something. I end up running into this family, who the couple had like 5 kids all really young and were struggling to keep them all contained. Somehow I wound up helping the one little boy. At some point I end up back at the entrance to the big observation room, which is a tall skinny screen in the wall that plays advertisements until someone steps up to it and then it changes. I explain it to the kid, that you just start walking through and it morphs around you or whatever, and tell him not to be afraid. I coax him into it and he cautiously pushes a hand through the screen which is like liquid, and then steps through. I tell him I’m right behind him, but when I put my hand out to push through the screen is hard glass, and my handprint lights up red with an error message saying I can’t enter because I’ve already visited and each individual is only allowed one visit. I start crying, both because I feel really bad for this kid that’s now stuck on the other side all alone and afraid, but also because I hadn’t known about the one visit rule and if I had Id have stayed longer to really take in the experience fully.