More Dreaming Vividly

It took me awhile to fall asleep last night.

When I finally did, I was in a hotel in France. My parents got separated from me, and I think Brian might have been there somewhere, too. I wandered around the hotel, just feeling lost, looking for an idea of how to get to them. I had a vague idea that they were across a bridge or something (my parents.) I called them and wasn't able to reach them, so as soon as I found an elevator I jumped in and tried to go to their floor (4th).

I got off the elevator, and found myself in an area with lots of tables and rooms along the side. I saw inside one of the rooms, and there were a bunch of men with half-naked women on their laps. Great. I'd ended up in some sort of ... gentlemen's club. I panicked a bit and started to run. A bartender saw me and told me to relax, that they liked girls walking around. I shook my head at him and told him I was trying to find my family. His face clouded over and he told me that he wasn't sure what to tell me - I might try heading for one of the "other towers."

I got on the elevator, pushed a button, and got off. I was back in the same smutty place with scantily clad women grinding around on men all dressed in business suits. I think at this point I ran into Brian...he was off looking for someone or something else, and so he went on his way and I went on mine.

I headed off and tried the elevator again. When I got off the second time, I was on the roof. The sun was going down, and there was some homeless man standing next to me. My heart sank. I told him that I needed my parents, and he just pulled out a pair of binoculars and looked out into the distance. I was starting to become emotionally numb to the situation, resigned to the fact that I'd have to find my family eventually, and it just might take awhile. I couldn't just be alone. I couldn't.

I was going to try again - try something else - when my roommate's alarm went off and I woke up. I like to think that the dream was headed for a happy ending.