Writer's Block: What Next?
I had this dream once, about five years ago, where I was in a hotel that had yellow fleur-de-lis and paisley wallpaper and green doors. I was walking through, and I had no idea where I was. I was lost in the hallways, because they were intertwined like spaghetti highways.
For some reason, I kept looking up at the door numbers, trying to figure out where I was. The gold numbers on the doors went up by twos, and I assume that they had the same pattern as houses on a street do: odd numbers on one side, evens on the other. When I turned into what must have been the lobby, there was human traffic preventing me to see out the windows of the doors.
I pushed through them, until it struck me that they weren't there, even though they looked like it. It was kind of like they were holograms, except for the fact that when I pushed past them, they mistified and reconstructed as I passed, not even noticing me.
They must've creeped me out, because I turned into another hallway. This time, after turning a couple more times, I looked up at the numbers on the doors of the endless hallway, and they were well into the billions.
Finally, I must've reached the end of the hallway. I don't remember what number the green door had on it, but I do remember oddly clearly that there was a two, a six and a zero in the number.
I had no idea where I was, but I remember knocking at the door. Almost immediately, the door opened, and a woman stuck her head out. She looked like my father, but had a paler face, neatly curled shoulder length platinum blonde hair, red lipstick and blue eyeshadow.
She smiled at me, and opened the door further, so I could see inside.
Her apartment looked oddly similar to my grandfather's apartment in the city, except the colours were more pastel, instead of dreary and morose. She made a guesture that invited me in, and I did, and I could hear my feet padding on the floor.
As soon as I crossed the threshold, music and laughter and voices burst into my ears. The woman smiled.
"Tess," she said, her voice evidently having never let go of it's European accent, "I missed you! So good of you to have come and visit!"
I looked around, and saw people I knew.
Then I woke up.
For some reason, I kept looking up at the door numbers, trying to figure out where I was. The gold numbers on the doors went up by twos, and I assume that they had the same pattern as houses on a street do: odd numbers on one side, evens on the other. When I turned into what must have been the lobby, there was human traffic preventing me to see out the windows of the doors.
I pushed through them, until it struck me that they weren't there, even though they looked like it. It was kind of like they were holograms, except for the fact that when I pushed past them, they mistified and reconstructed as I passed, not even noticing me.
They must've creeped me out, because I turned into another hallway. This time, after turning a couple more times, I looked up at the numbers on the doors of the endless hallway, and they were well into the billions.
Finally, I must've reached the end of the hallway. I don't remember what number the green door had on it, but I do remember oddly clearly that there was a two, a six and a zero in the number.
I had no idea where I was, but I remember knocking at the door. Almost immediately, the door opened, and a woman stuck her head out. She looked like my father, but had a paler face, neatly curled shoulder length platinum blonde hair, red lipstick and blue eyeshadow.
She smiled at me, and opened the door further, so I could see inside.
Her apartment looked oddly similar to my grandfather's apartment in the city, except the colours were more pastel, instead of dreary and morose. She made a guesture that invited me in, and I did, and I could hear my feet padding on the floor.
As soon as I crossed the threshold, music and laughter and voices burst into my ears. The woman smiled.
"Tess," she said, her voice evidently having never let go of it's European accent, "I missed you! So good of you to have come and visit!"
I looked around, and saw people I knew.
Then I woke up.