I find myself in an unknown city, it is large but not huge, it could be in my country, it could be foreign but I hear English being spoken. I don’t know how I got here, I don’t know why I’m here, I seem to need to stay a while but I am alone…
I meet up with an online friend (I don’t know if this was planned or chance) here in this strange city I find I’m not alone after all. They offer me a place to say (until I leave...until I decide to stay…until something) I don’t know how we get there but we are now in their apartment, it is near(or at) the top of a tall building, it’s quite nice but not exactly suited to more than one person, it has a large living room/kitchen combo and then a second room that is the master bedroom with an attached bathroom, and after a bit of talk I gather that this is one of the “top suites” of a hotel, my host stays here because they have some stake in the business (weather that is as a manager, part owner or what I’m not sure) I feel at ease, I have no worries that this person will harm me or take any advantage of my situation, how odd I’ve never even talked to them on the phone and suddenly we are room mates.
My host gets called away, something work related, so I am left to settle in, I examine “my” side of the suite, more interested in the view out the windows from this height than anything else, I can see some of the city, but tall buildings block exactly how big it is. I sense there is more to see from the other side, these rooms are on a corner of the building, but being a shy sort I am reluctant to invade the bedroom of my host, they pop in briefly and catch me window gazing, they smile and this phrase greets my ears before they leave again.
“You have to see out the windows in the other room, it’s stunning”
Well with that permission I go look, the room is beautiful, more rich looking than the “front” room, carved wood furniture, lush carpets, nice plants (thought I doubt my host notices those) finally I look out the windows, it’s beautiful, a park or woodland is down there, I can see walking trails and ponds, the perfect spot of green amidst the cold gray city blocks.
(Here is where it gets weird) as I’m looking about this other room I stop to examine a painting, while standing there I feel a hand on my crotch, not grabbing, not rough but just placed there, I look down to see a hole in the floor, I see into the room below and yet another online person is looking up at me, their hand where it shouldn’t be, I start yelling and suddenly they are in the room, I’m angry and kick them out, I have no desire to be in their presence. They return a short time later, and again I make them leave, this happens four or five times, the last time as I “escort” them out the door I throw something at their retreating back, it misses but strikes a candle that was on the window ledge at the far end of the hallway, fire breaks out, I feel sick knowing I have caused this to the place my host works/lives.
Myself and another guest/tenant grab fire extinguishers, the flames are gone almost as soon as they appeared. When my host returns they are obviously quite angry about the damage, but after explaining the reasons behind it they relax. They tell me they have had problems with the downstairs person before and not to worry, hotels have insurance after all.
It is evening, some time later I think, I’ve been content here but it is time to go, my host and I are eating a small meal, just waiting for my pick up to arrive. When my pick up does arrive it’s my parents, and I was expecting that. I am packed, I am ready, I thank my host (who has become my friend) I rise from my chair and offer them a hug, all friends get hugs, as I pull away they kiss me, just a gentle brush against my lips, I don’t find it rude or out of place just gentlemanly, and in that moment I realize they care for me, they would have done anything for me if I had asked, nay if I had let them, but it is to late, my ride is here, and I am leaving.
I woke up shortly after dreaming this, I remembered it well then and it has stuck with me all day.
I guess I should mention that the two online people I met in my dream I have different 'relationships' with. The one(my host) I read what they write, they read what I write, we chat from time to time, in a vague online way I know them quite well.The other one I have stumbled upon their writings from time to time but I don't regularly read them, nor do I think they read me, I've had no other experiences with that person.
I guess one of the reasons I found it so odd is that I spent most of the day yesterday watching Sci-Fi, I tend to dream about events that have happened recently or the things I watched, and that dream had nothing to do with the drama at the barn or FarScape…
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