Hotel 18

As I was walking in my house I was hit in the face by a flying bug. It fell mortally wounded onto the carpet at my feet. Though I felt bad for the creature I felt little trepidation at the common and accepted practice that I was about to participate in.

I picked the insect up. It was large nearly 5 inches in length. It had a round ball like body with long wings flaring out at all sides from its body. The overall effect of this winged creature was to remind me of badminton "birdie." Though I knew this little being was dyeing I felt anxious at the thought I would be hastening the process.

I did not know how to bring about the insect's end and eventually I used the garbage disposal where I placed it to drown in the darkened hole there. I then took the insect and gripped the small body on both sides and twisted with my hands until it broke into two pieces. I extracted from the broken husk a tube that had been at its core.


Its body in one piece felt much like a small plastic mechanism, except that it had an oily fluid it was encased in. When my father walked by I showed him what I had and he remarked, "Oh, you acquired yourself an hotel 18."

Horse and Pavement - Investigating the Ranch - Viewing files on the nearest window

Horse and Pavement

My uncle, other relatives and I were getting out of a car after parking on a curb near to a business that we were going to enter. We had to cross the street and as we were parking looking in the direction we needed to go I saw a rather amazing sight.

There was a metal horse dipping its head down to take bites of the new pavement that had been laid there in the recent past. The horse had a wheel base like that of a small car and then a long metal neck about 10 to 12 feet long and a grand looking horses head at the tip. It was grazing the pavement that we needed to cross.

Investigating the Ranch

I was trying to get evidence on a person that was being sought for some major crimes. It appeared that it meant the imprisonment of several people and various other crimes. I went to this individual’s house and was welcomed in along with several other folks. I intended on having a serious discussion with our person of interest and the others were there with me for a gathering. We had all come in a big yellow bus the kind that might have taken students to school.

At the ranch a bit out of town I was greeted and then left to wait in a room near the entrance while the others were taken elsewhere. I noticed while waiting that this was indeed a big spread here at the ranch. I was called on my cell phone and I reported that I had not yet talked to our man. At that time I decided that snooping for evidence was as good a plan as any, particularly because this individual did not know the reason I was there so I headed out on a hunt.

Viewing files on the nearest window

I was working at Microsoft and had been attempting to do something in a department although I didn't work in it and my friend Tanya needed some files. I went to the nearest window and unzipped the files so that they could be seen. Other files were not zipped so I just drag and dropped onto the windows. There she looked over the files and quickly gathered them up so that she could get them off the window before the big boss came by and saw what the files were and that I was sharing them with her.

The storm

I was staying in my parents' home when I was in my late teens. This day I was listening to Stern on the radio and there was a psychic on. He was working with a man and women and the women needed a whole lot of energy. The psychic transferred all the energy he had to the man but the man did not feel anything. They discussed this and the man assured the psychic that he was open to the energy and wasn't sure why he had not felt what would be expected. The psychic said I bet your girlfriend took it. The man responded by saying well she has before. It came down that the women would take the power. Stern was laughing that this was a ridiculous outcome.

That day in my own area there was a really bad storm approaching. I was in my bedroom. I was alone and the storm startled me when I saw it. I was trying to get my parents on the phone as I felt that I needed something badly to last out the storm. About that time my mother walked in. I went downstairs to join her. She had been fixing up some food in the oven on a very slow cook. She was trying to make it ahead of time and needed to get it done as it would become to ripe in a short period of time. When she opened the oven I looked over her shoulder to see what was in it. She was moving things around and there was popcorn and potato's and even some candy looking things all in the pan together in layers. She was stirring through it and some of it looked good and other parts looked rotten and even others burnt.

I went back to my bedroom and my mother came in and was giving me what I had needed. She all of a sudden said, "Oh no! There goes the crystal." I said, "What?" and she explained to me that the storm had broken a piece of crystal. At that time I heard a shaking behind my bed and it was glassware and one piece started to quiver and then lost its form as if it was changing state into something other than the glassware it had started out as. This made me wary of the storm and what was happening and I looked behind me at the shelves to see what else was going on there. I saw that one of my favorite pieces was nearly broken and finally it did break as I was watching and I groaned to mother that it had broken one of our favorite pieces. My mother by this time had gone back downstairs and I could hear her shuffling around furniture and the like. About that time I smelled fire and it seemed to be coming from the head of my bed. I turned to look closer at the area and I could see smoke coming from the head of my bed. I ran downstairs and told my mother that we needed to call 911 as we had a fire now. She agreed and started to call so I went back upstairs. I saw my TV and was interested that the psychic was still working on the show and that the guy looked completely bedraggled at this point.

I decided I better try to fight back some of the fire. I had not gotten to that area in some time and there was a large dirt area that I thought would be embarrassing if the fire department came over so I brushed some of it away. I could see a square clearly shown there and it looked like a small compartment you could get into but I ignored it for now. I took a hose and sprayed down the area and got most of what I could see of the fire under control, at least in this area.

The Bird - Stilts - Tapestry control

The Bird

I was walking down a paved road and from behind and past me went a bird, not at all a common bird. The bird had a head about the size of a softball. It had fluffy white feathers. Leading away from it and streaming along behind it as it flew was its neck. The neck was perfectly round and about the size of a baseball. The very odd part of this is that the neck was 15 or more feet long and as it flew by I gave it a loving pat. Then of course after the long neck came the body which was about the size of a large mallard duck.

Stilts

I was standing next to a picnic table that was at a small concession stand. In front of me was a large crowd of people standing and milling about. In the distance and moving ever closer was a lady on stilts that were 100 feet tall or so and there was a spider web of guide wires coming down from the top of the stilts to the ground. At one point the lady on the stilts swayed far to the left and everyone gasped as we knew that the lady would fall. She did not fall she then swayed far to my right and then eventually worked her way to a spot near the concession stand where I was standing to dismount and there she was talking to assistants about how they had successfully worked the crowd.

Tapestry control

I dreamed of blowing into a tube and changing the patterns and pictures on a tapestry on the wall.

Sleep is hard to come by

I had gotten my heart checked at a hospital in a large city. There was another man we picked up and took him with us and his name was Jim. He was an older guy, maybe 85. We were going back home and we were in a pickup and we met him in his pickup on a dirt road leading up into the hills where we lived. He was a heart surgeon and if I needed surgery I was hoping he would do it for me.

My brother and I had been fighting over who got the best bedroom and as I was leaving he taunted me with the fact that he was going to get the better of the bedrooms. I yelled out "screw it then I will sleep in the parking garage in 33 or something then." We stayed inside a large hospital floor and then a connected house and the bedroom that my brother wanted was a room where it was to have fewer people and in better shape and more comfort. The other of us would have to stay in the hospital part.

When we got back I told my parents about my brother being the cause of all of our fights of late and that I deserved the bedroom. That he had taunted me with "House" which was his way to tell me he would get the house bedroom. I told them I should not lose out due to my being nicer on the fights. I got my mother well on my side as I continued to talk and my father shortly followed along and they agreed to let me sleep in that bedroom. We walked to the bedroom and I looked in and of course my brother was there on his bed but it took me only a few more seconds to see I didn't know what I was really fighting for as the room was small and weird and cramped. Not only that but there was another person in the room and he looked darn funky and not someone I wanted to be around. I wondered if there was just anything better so I headed off into the hospital section. As I looked at the rooms there were a lot of what seemed to me to be mental patients in each room and the room were more like larger dormitory rooms that fit five people. I was not thrilled with this whole darn thing!

I finally found my friend Jim that was in a bed overnight and they didn't think he needed the surgery and he had a really wide bed and would be leaving the next day. He told us when we went in he said there was no other bed that could be put in there because his bed has a long bar on it and would preclude any other bed. I said well I will sleep with him for the night and he wasn't weird about it nor was I so I grabbed a thin blanket and laid down and at first I was able to rest but then Jim started getting uncomfortable. He would turn from side to side and when he did his blanket would not get on his shoulder correctly so I would grab the blanket and place it nicely around his shoulders and get it tucked in well and almost as soon as I would get it done he would turn yet again. He was also hurting on the bed and he just could not make himself feel any better. Later he said in a groan, "I'm cold, I'm cold" so I took care of him. I felt for him really but also it was tiring since I had already had a full day and wanted to rest. Jim decided he needed to go to the bathroom so he got up slowly and put himself together a bit and went out the door. While he was gone another guy, bedraggled and wobbly, came into the room and a nurse grabbed him and he started to get violent so three other nurses soon went to help as he had the first nurse by the throat. I went down off the bed and put my arms between the nurses and the man and pried them apart. At this point the man exclaimed, "OK, OK I will leave but I will be back tomorrow." But he was gone.

About this time I realized the I too was in need or going to the restroom so I got up and headed out the door. I wandered down the long hallway and saw a lady going into a restroom marked women. I went further down the hall and found mens. I peeked myself in and saw about five urinals and a stall and in each of the urinals stood, stooped or propped a strange looking man that did not look at all "with it" mentally. This freaked me out and I left. As I walked back down the hallway I noticed two tubes that on this end were surrounded by metal scaffolding and on the tube end was a large spin wheel that was the opener and closer to the tube. It was obvious this was serious business and the blue light blinking on the top of the tube was meant I am sure to say in use and stay the hell out.

Just the Right Book - Sharks

Just the Right Book

I was in an airport shopping the small shops there for a book to take with me on a flight. I found a small book on pheromones. I felt it was a bit skimp on content but the subject was interesting enough that I chose to purchase this as my book to take along.

Sharks

I was working on my computer which was sitting on a small computer hutch that was up against the far wall of a small office room. I was on line and was surfing from web site to web site with my favorite browser. The current site of interest was showing previews of upcoming reruns of old star trek shows with Kirk and Bones.

Another site showed a man that was trying to help another man quit a serious problem by giving him very tough love help. The man in need of help was standing up showing his large strong body. He was wearing a very expensive leather biker jacket. The help was being administered from slightly behind and to the side of the bulky leather-clad man. The helping man made a point of telling the leather-clad man that he was sure what he was about to do would help. I got the distinct feeling that the true meaning of the message was, "buddy you don't have a clue the power behind this one." At that time he held a small object in his hand and while muttering under his breath concentrated very hard on his mission. Then with conviction he jabbed several spots on the man’s sleeves and side each time saying "Sharks!" and a small shark would develop at that spot squirming under the cloth.

Another page I downloaded a spider's nest looking very much like a wasp hive. When I realized that the nest was just developing the spiders inside it and they would burst out at any moment I jumped out of my computer chair and knocked over a small table that was in the center of the room. There between the legs of the knocked over table was the nest that I had downloaded along with a world globe without a stand. My downloading had been truly fruitful.

Beach Resort

I was at an ocean beach resort. It was a large and impressive layout. The resort sat not 100 feet off of a white-sand playhouse. People of all ages, shapes and persuasion were frolicking about having fun in the sun and the spray. The resort frontage sprawled over at least a block of the great beach. The style of the structure was that of a huge Victorian mansion and painted in a sparkling white-gloss finish. The building was probably five stories tall and was speckled with shuttered windows. The key feature to me was the porch, which flowed down the front from one corner to the other. It was ten to fifteen feet deep and scattered with chairs, couches and tables. White railing and posts gave it a sturdy but attractive look. Several doors entered the huge building and each had steps that led to the beach in front.

Later I became aware the front of the resort was built even with the beach and that the back doors to the resort opened out two stories below. The resort had been built on a sandy but solid small cliff. When looking out from the windows above one could see that the immediate surroundings there were sand but that of a more substantial looking gray color. If one were to keep walking you would enter a sparsely wooded area free from domestication and as one walked would go deeper and deeper into timber.

When I entered the resort hotel from one of the entrances on the left front corner of the building I saw that it opened up into a grand lobby. Many people milled about in the pleasant moods of vacation and holiday. I headed to the left wall of the structure. I walked down a long hallway running parallel with the side of the building. Many rooms, sleeping quarters I assumed, were opening off at even intervals. I went to the back of the building and took another open walkway that broke off to the left. I was headed for yet another corridor that ran parallel with the side of the structure. This corridor was not at all so inviting. The farther I walked the dimmer and moldier the walls became. The smell was increasingly pungent and nauseating. With even more steps I began feeling a truly sinister quality to this particular area. Something was seriously wrong.