Dream Depository

Another "lost" dream during an extra long daytime nap, and, as in entry below, lost my room in a hotel.  I wandered for hours, looking for my room, walking (in waking life I am confined to wheel chair) with old fashioned wooden leg such as I used to wear years ago.  I was carrying a couple of parcels and having trouble with them.

I went through an auditorium with music playing, and through other public rooms.  I struggled up narrow staircases, through doors that opened the wrong way. I finally mangaged to find my room only to discover a blocked keyway with a note to call the floor manager.

When the floor manager opened my door, a family of strangers rushed past us and dashed away.  I looked into the room and found my things all disturbed, but in a strange manner.  They were all sourted out, and laid out in neat piles.  Most of the things were electronic projects.

The manager called his staff together to sort out what had happened and what damages I was entitled to, though I couldn't find anything missing. In fact, things were better organized than I had left them.  I looked out the window as the manager collected his staff.  There I saw the family of tresspassers climbing into a car and speeding away...but they were out of reach, and no one seemed to care.

The communication expert on the staff studied the calls that had been made, and he helped me establish a connection to my home to explain that I would be delayed. 

The connection was complicated by the fact that the line was in use, first by my "wife" and then by my grandson who was chatting about some inane game. When the expert made a connection, their conversations were replayed for me.  I was cranky with my grandson while waiting for connection to be completed.

When the call went through, I said "Hello" but found I was awake in my own room.  I may have said "Hello" out loud. It took a second or two to realize the dream was over and I was awake.

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