Dream #2
I had a most vivid dream last night. I was in a hotel room. The room was stark, except there was a bed, but it was riddled with disease and the place was dirty. I went to the pool and came back and it was still that way. The owners were Middle Easterners and the woman refused to clean the room, simply flipping over the mattress and calling it good. I told her flipping over the mattress doesn't get rid of the disease, it merely covers it, but it will creep over to the other side. Sure enough it began to. I couldn't stay there any longer and neither could the other guests/ friends I was with. I remember my friend Erin (Tom) was with me. We went down the road to another motel, which was actually a house next door. The lady owner of the place began showing us around and was very nice. She was a white lady, but I couldn't tell if she was foreign or not. She seemed strange, but normal on the surface, and nice. She took us down to the basement to show us the rest of the place and then asked us if we wanted to see Jupiter, which, by some magical instrument was reflected through the window and onto the Christmas tree in the middle of the room. We could see the planets in their revolutions, two planets circling Jupiter, one was smooth and yellow, they were going around at a good clip, a bit fast for planets. We were observing from Earth so not involved, just mere observers. Then before we knew it we were in another room and were being caged up. The motel was a front for imprisoning visitors in the basement. The room was dark and cold and the floor was cement. It turned out the family was actually mean. We would hear of other visitors, but not allowed to get out. I found an opportunity to escape and took it. I ran as fast as I can. Somehow I was a child at this point and ran to the nearest elementary school and went into class where I'd be safe and the family couldn't come get me. Then I woke up.
Comments
My initial impression is that it has something to do with world events and the era we're in.
editing a classic clinton-era statement: "that all depends on what the meaning of 'torture' is."
i'm glad you escaped, though. that's good news.
Lucky for me today was her last day. She wasn't fired or anything, she left to be a full-time homemaker. It's a huge relief.
What an astute interpretation.