Dream

Posted on June 15, 2010 in Dreams

I’m staying at a tall, glass-tower hotel. Something wicked is happening here. The black glass part of the hotel rests upon a stained, white concrete base that is maybe five stories high. By getting into the wrong elevator, I learn that there are secret doings here. A hotel worker smiles at me as he comes in. There’s a pit there where they put guests to draw their energy out and do the laundry by kicking their feet. I rush around the hotel, doing my best to save people but the hotel staff will not help because they have immunity. I find myself huddled in a guest room with other guests and a frightened staffer who fears he will be taken. The harvesters come down the hallway, culling those they want to serve in their lake of clear goo.