the singular foggy hotel

Date: 12/4/2024

By juulianjuice

i had a dream this morning that was sadly interrupted. i had committed some sort of crime and people were after me. i was in a tall building like a hotel and there were no other buildings around only fog. i wanted to run away before i was captured by these people. i went to the below ground floor and was debating my next move. i realized there was an underground part that traveled to another area that i might have a better chance of escape. i was so scared people down there would recognize my face. multiple people saw me but they seemed harmless. it was a huge cement area with lots of discarded items like old blankets and toys. i remember only an older women and a child seeing me. i think i might’ve even briefly responded to them when they asked me a simple question. i started my journey in this underground world. somehow there was natural light and rain as well once i got out of the main room, but it was still “underground” and foggy. i traversed over overpass bridges with dewy grass below me. i planned to go to this place that was on the ocean, a small town and also very foggy to try to become free once i was there. i accepted my life may be simple but i will be free. at some point the people looking for me were waking by. it was a man and a woman, the woman was who i was mainly afraid of. she seemed to be the boss and who really decided to do me in, the man (possibly two but i can’t recall) seemed kind of dumb and like henchmen. they were young and polished like detectives. i stood over a bridge with my head down over the rail. i heard them saying, well she could be anywhere - we have to find her incase she’s disguised, and possibly interview people around us to see if they saw her. i knew multiple people already had, and i was also next to them eavesdropping. i hadn’t changed my face or died my hair. i thought to myself “how can they not see me?” i thought surely they will catch me, and as i was hatching my plan to continue my alarm went off. Chat thinks i feel pressured in my new country and possible desire to go home. the fog shows uncertainty but the light represents possibility. interesting.