So now, the sort of naked dream.
January 14th
I’m in Wilmington, Delaware, on the way to a meeting. Matt Dokman (a real live coworker) organized it, though it’s not clear, or I don’t remember, the agenda/reason. Anyhow, I get to the building it’s in, and all I know is that it’s on the 46th floor (though not only do we not have a building that tall in Wilmington, there isn’t a building that tall in Wilmington). I get in the elevator, go up, get out and head to a reception area to see if I can find out what room the meeting is in.
As I get out of the elevator I realize I’m wearing the comforter from my bed (as I was growing up, though it was still around in college) and nothing else – naked, sort of. Although there is no one around, I say something like “You don’t even want to know,” which provokes laughter from the apparently invisible people. Anyhow, on a cork board in the reception area there’s a list of meetings. I find the room number, 6545, for mine and follow the arrow on the paper.
The arrow is wrong, I end up in some soft of bunk area, but with a Japanese flair: there aren’t bunks, it’s just pallets, perpendicular to the wall, with a shelf above them for personal belongings. There’s no one in there currently, though there are some obviously in-use areas. The room is U-shaped, and the other end empties back out into the reception area.
I head out the other way, past the elevator from which I originally entered the floor. After another 100 feet or so I come to a side hallway on the left that advertises itself as leading to a range of room numbers in which 6545 falls. I head down it.
Scene jump. The hallway opens into an indoor shopping mall, and I’m in a wheelchair. I’m propelling it manually and still wearing naught but the comforter. I’m quite the reckless wheelchair operator, nearly running into people a couple of times. At one point I look down to notice the comforter has fallen open to reveal my abdomen. The scar from my two intestinal resections, which looks like it did after the first one (which is to say about 1.5 inches broad in addition to about 10 inches long), is weirdly distended. After a short while, I finally reach Matt and the others. They’re sitting in a group of chairs arranged in a square in the middle of the mallway.
Dream ends.
I think you should be thankful that sorta-naked dream ended there.
Mmm, random vampires in the dreams :3
That first dreams actually sounds really interesting (says the girl who makes a story out of half the dreams she can recall).
And! That’s “Kamikaze” for you there