The Movie House

Dream 9/1/2017

I am going to see a movie. A couple people are with me. I don't know their names. We walk into the cinema. Four goofy men stand to the side and let us in. Each of them has a name. They give us a complimentary trench coat. Each audience member receives one.

I pay for a ticket and enter the show room. The movie starts. It is not the movie that I payed for. In fact, it isn't a movie at all. It is many low quality skits made by the employees of the movie theater. When I leave the theater, a couple of strange men follow me. They get in my car. At this point, I am not sure if I am awake or asleep. If this is reality or a dream. I feel like I am on an acid trip. I drive the car but am not in control. As much as I try to get home, I can't. I don't have all the answers but I know that my confusion has to do with the two strange men in my car.

I am going to see a movie. When entering the complex, I get a trench coat. I hear a person tell me that the secret is to give the trench coat back. Do not keep the trench coat. I go and see the movie. I sit in the very back corner. This is not the movie I came to see. My dialysis nurse walks on stage. She says something to the crowd. I leave the theater. When exiting the complex, I hand the trench coat back to the man who gave it to me. When I leave, nobody follows me. If I wanted to go home, I could.

I am going to see a movie. When I walk inside, a host hands me a free trench coat. I immediately hand it back and pat him on the side of the arm and say, "thanks anyway." I don't go into the show room. Instead, I explore the hallways where only employees are allowed. There are many doors. Each door has a number. These rooms are a mystery to me.

I see my sister. She is sad. I feel bad for her. She tells me to go into one of the rooms and steal whatever I desire. I have keys in my hand. Silver and gold. I enter a room. A boy sits on a table. He asks me for money. He sees the keys in my hand. He doesn't think it is fair for me to have the keys. I walk to the closet door and open it. There, inside the closet, are many hooks. The hooks are numbered. On each hook is something valuable. Coins, jewelry, electronics etc. I think about what I want to take, then my conscious gets the best of me. I can't steal. It would be wrong. I take all the money in my pockets, several quarters and hang them on an empty hook. I leave the room.

When I exit the building, nobody follows me. Dream ends.

I wake up

The Hotel Bizarre

Dream 7/17/2017

     My family and I stay a few nights in a hotel. One night, I look up at the ceiling and see spiders and insects crawling everywhere. I yell for my sister. We grab the kids and leave our room. Running down the stairs, I notice bugs and spiders crawling all over the walls. I even see a snake slithering up the stairwell.

     We make it to the managers office. We sit down and tell him what a trash pit his hotel is. He looks to me to hear my side of the story. "Well, I've see about three snakes just from our room to here," I say. He looks bewildered. I point behind him at a green snake moving across the room. While we talk, I look over and notice the kids running around, playing in the lobby. I only count four when there should be five. Anna, the second youngest, is missing from the picture. I leave my sister and brother-in-law to talk with the manager while I locate Anna. I walk down some stairs to the floor below. I think I've spot her. I pick her up. It isn't her. It is a boy, wearing a hood with his face painted like a skull. A lady walking by tells me that she has seen Anna. I locate and find her and bring her back to the managers office. When we get there, the meeting has finished.

     I follow my family up to the roof of the hotel where we find a swimming pool. We are the only ones here except for a beautiful blonde woman sitting off to the side, talking on her phone. As we walk past her, I try to make eye contact so that she notices me. In my mind I think that maybe she will find me attractive and then come over to start up a conversation. My family and I sit in some chairs around a table. Out of nowhere, the ladies phone plops into my lap. I look over. She is still sitting in her original spot. I walk her phone back to her. As I come closer, I notice she is wearing a long, brown, leather coat. I hand her phone back to her. She then speaks to me, "some people think that my coat is really my skin." She then turns to show me her back. Sprawled across her back are etched letters. The bizarre aspect is that the letters are bloody. I now understand that her coat really is her skin. At this moment, we leave the hotel. Dream ends.

I wake up