It's another pandemic sunrise...
May. 15th, 2021 02:09 pm... and I woke up early this morning from a rather bizarre dream.
I was at some sort of a conference in a U.S. city, together with my partner. We adjourned for a break and my partner said "I think I know now where our hotel is." I was a little confused because I didn't remember reserving a hotel room but figured it might have somehow been part of the conference registration. I suggested if it wasn't far, we should go and find it during our break.
We went through a bunch of tunnels and walkways and emerged in the lobby of a Holiday Inn. The decor was pretty typical 21st century hotel lobby style and we wandered into a gift shop. It was pretty crowded there but while we were waiting in the lineup to the cash (I don't know what we were buying), the guy ahead of us in line turned around and said to my partner, "You know, I think I recognize you. I used to be your "Little Brother". I decided to let the two of them chat while they waited in line and ventured over to the check-in desks to see if we had a reservation there. I figured if we didn't, I might be able to reserve something on the spot or at least get some suggestions about nearby hotels that might have vacancies.
There were quite a few people waiting to check in, so I wandered around a bit until the line wasn't very long. When I finally got up to the desk and asked the clerk about a reservation, she said "Oh, hadn't you heard? We've all got to get back to our stations right away!" I didn't understand and so, thoroughly confused, I turned away and went in search of someone who could tell me what was going on. Then I approached someone who might have been a concierge or a bellhop (but was clearly some kind of hotel employee) and he seemed like quite a pleasant young man. A woman just ahead of me said to the man, "We've been told to go back to our stations - what exactly does that mean?" The man led her through the lobby and out a back or side door and I tagged along behind them. He said to wait there outside until a taxi came along.
There were already quite a few people waiting there but eventually our turn came and four of us got into a taxi. One of the other passengers was a young woman talking into a cell phone and from what she was saying, I gathered that the FBI were somehow involved and we were being taken to a police station.
We were driving endlessly around the unfamiliar streets and I was still worrying about where we were going, how we could find a place to stay and whether we'd ever get back home when I finally heard a (real life) meow and emerged from my dream.
I was at some sort of a conference in a U.S. city, together with my partner. We adjourned for a break and my partner said "I think I know now where our hotel is." I was a little confused because I didn't remember reserving a hotel room but figured it might have somehow been part of the conference registration. I suggested if it wasn't far, we should go and find it during our break.
We went through a bunch of tunnels and walkways and emerged in the lobby of a Holiday Inn. The decor was pretty typical 21st century hotel lobby style and we wandered into a gift shop. It was pretty crowded there but while we were waiting in the lineup to the cash (I don't know what we were buying), the guy ahead of us in line turned around and said to my partner, "You know, I think I recognize you. I used to be your "Little Brother". I decided to let the two of them chat while they waited in line and ventured over to the check-in desks to see if we had a reservation there. I figured if we didn't, I might be able to reserve something on the spot or at least get some suggestions about nearby hotels that might have vacancies.
There were quite a few people waiting to check in, so I wandered around a bit until the line wasn't very long. When I finally got up to the desk and asked the clerk about a reservation, she said "Oh, hadn't you heard? We've all got to get back to our stations right away!" I didn't understand and so, thoroughly confused, I turned away and went in search of someone who could tell me what was going on. Then I approached someone who might have been a concierge or a bellhop (but was clearly some kind of hotel employee) and he seemed like quite a pleasant young man. A woman just ahead of me said to the man, "We've been told to go back to our stations - what exactly does that mean?" The man led her through the lobby and out a back or side door and I tagged along behind them. He said to wait there outside until a taxi came along.
There were already quite a few people waiting there but eventually our turn came and four of us got into a taxi. One of the other passengers was a young woman talking into a cell phone and from what she was saying, I gathered that the FBI were somehow involved and we were being taken to a police station.
We were driving endlessly around the unfamiliar streets and I was still worrying about where we were going, how we could find a place to stay and whether we'd ever get back home when I finally heard a (real life) meow and emerged from my dream.