Dream Log: A Hotel Stay
May. 1st, 2005 11:10 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
mishalakI was a vampire. So naturally I had to go stay in a hotel lest I be caught and staked. Apparently I was there with massive amounts of clothing so I would appear to have been still very much myself. I'd go out walking around the hushed hallways of the hotel with their thick blue-grey carpet trying to avoid this other character. He was some sort of detective trying to first find me and secondly to figure out if I was or was not a vampire. This became very difficult because one of the concierge/manager type who was supposedly my friend was playing silly bugger type games letting this detective into my room
Encountering the detective in my room I stayed calm and imperiously forced him out. Then I went downstairs to find my friend and gave him a verbal dope slap for playing such games with my life. Didn't he understand I could end up dead if the wrong things happened? After that the detective confronted me again and I used something to hold my hand into the light to prove I wasn't a vampire. I think I'd thought ahead and put something on it that gave me the ability to do this for up to a minute. Stalk over to the windows hold my bare arm up and then to a great glare with a, "Satisfied?"
Things worked out okay and I went out for a walk upon the town. All around until I came to my favorite restaurant and met an interesting woman. We ended up playing chess late into the night and I was sure that I was going to lose, until she made a mistake forgetting that I still had a rook and moving protection away from her bishop to get at my queen and king pair. I took her piece at no danger to myself and changed the balance of power and from then on it was a tough struggle right down to the end when we were both punch drunk sleepy. I was apparently no longer a vampire because of being so sleepy that I nearly felt punch drunk.
We'd been playing in one of my favorite restaurants, that was in the same building with the hotel but not a hotel restaurant. It was officially closed, but there were still lots of people in there. Apparently they had a policy of being open late but only for "regulars", of which there were many. I remember thinking as I left that I could understand why they didn't tell everyone that they were open late as full as they were. And that I'd always come back here as it was a much nicer restaurant than Pete's Kitchen in terms of food and atmosphere. It seemed to be Goodfriends only spruced up a bit plus being in the ground floor of a high-rise.
I so wanted to be nice to the woman because I thought she was a much better chess player than me. I heard from the greeter at the door that she was a grand master type. I wanted her to understand me fighting her to a chess standstill was a fluke due to it being so late at night. But she'd already packed up so I left her alone until next time and I'd return to my room.
Then it was back to my hotel and now, somehow, I was supposed to go be part of the welcoming party for Laurence Kabelia, the dictator. I that strange way that dreams have of segueing to totally unrelated scenes I had moved to one where I was part of the African Country's Army (I don't know which one) and we were being told by a large white officer (maybe I was part of some mercenary core) who looked like my high school history teacher. Everyone was to turn out and seem enthusiastic to see the president. I dressed up in a silly/stylish leather jacket. I was playing up the gay thing because I didn't have any respect for the dictator, but I managed to not get in any trouble.
And then it was morning and I was awake.
Encountering the detective in my room I stayed calm and imperiously forced him out. Then I went downstairs to find my friend and gave him a verbal dope slap for playing such games with my life. Didn't he understand I could end up dead if the wrong things happened? After that the detective confronted me again and I used something to hold my hand into the light to prove I wasn't a vampire. I think I'd thought ahead and put something on it that gave me the ability to do this for up to a minute. Stalk over to the windows hold my bare arm up and then to a great glare with a, "Satisfied?"
Things worked out okay and I went out for a walk upon the town. All around until I came to my favorite restaurant and met an interesting woman. We ended up playing chess late into the night and I was sure that I was going to lose, until she made a mistake forgetting that I still had a rook and moving protection away from her bishop to get at my queen and king pair. I took her piece at no danger to myself and changed the balance of power and from then on it was a tough struggle right down to the end when we were both punch drunk sleepy. I was apparently no longer a vampire because of being so sleepy that I nearly felt punch drunk.
We'd been playing in one of my favorite restaurants, that was in the same building with the hotel but not a hotel restaurant. It was officially closed, but there were still lots of people in there. Apparently they had a policy of being open late but only for "regulars", of which there were many. I remember thinking as I left that I could understand why they didn't tell everyone that they were open late as full as they were. And that I'd always come back here as it was a much nicer restaurant than Pete's Kitchen in terms of food and atmosphere. It seemed to be Goodfriends only spruced up a bit plus being in the ground floor of a high-rise.
I so wanted to be nice to the woman because I thought she was a much better chess player than me. I heard from the greeter at the door that she was a grand master type. I wanted her to understand me fighting her to a chess standstill was a fluke due to it being so late at night. But she'd already packed up so I left her alone until next time and I'd return to my room.
Then it was back to my hotel and now, somehow, I was supposed to go be part of the welcoming party for Laurence Kabelia, the dictator. I that strange way that dreams have of segueing to totally unrelated scenes I had moved to one where I was part of the African Country's Army (I don't know which one) and we were being told by a large white officer (maybe I was part of some mercenary core) who looked like my high school history teacher. Everyone was to turn out and seem enthusiastic to see the president. I dressed up in a silly/stylish leather jacket. I was playing up the gay thing because I didn't have any respect for the dictator, but I managed to not get in any trouble.
And then it was morning and I was awake.