Dream Journal Ultimate
Date: 6/8/2022
By Swords
Upon entering the grand hotel, I find a lobby with two disheveled guards, like famous extras from a 30's comedy, perpetually drunken. One, possibly blond 40 years ago, proper English, hands me a weapon, a long strand of sharp metal beads balled up the size of his fist, now hidden in mine. I could put them on the floor as a warning trap or hurl them at someone with considerable damage. The other guard looks around corners, clearly disapproving. Not regulation. I am escorted down a dark, narrow but high ceilinged hallway with 3 narrow, white doors. The third one is mine. It opens to a single white room. I am allowed to enter alone and try to close the door behind me but it doesn't latch. There are no locks of knobs on the inside. I try pushing harder against the frame and I hear a gate latch slide on the other side. I am being locked in. I stash the beaded weapon and later, cannot recall where, near my day bed by the window. There are coffee tables everywhere covered in colourful striped placemats of varying sizes but mostly like very long, wide ties. I am surprised by a young man sleeping on a bed against the opposite wall. Odd. I ask who he is and he tells me he's my husband, and then laughs a bit and adds, "sort of." I take it we have been "mated" by the Regulators but have not consumated. He seems friendly enough. A small pet door opens in the white door and a little girl of 2 or 3 runs in. She is his daughter and they hug quickly before she darts around the room looking for play things. Seems that children can come and go as they please but I am afraid she might be an accidental informer. Must be careful. There is an ancient video game console that might interest her. It's big and bulky like an old 3/4" video machine. It will fit nicely on the square coffey table so I move the placemats to the table by the window. In fact, I take all the placemats off all the tables and move them by the window. I prefer minimalist decor. The child is helping me but her mother tells me we're not allowed to move things. The Regulators will punish me severely. The young man pleads with her to see his baby but she refuses and leaves for the parking garage. I don't remember which tables to put which placemats back on. Punishment is inevitable, I guess.