The Kestrel's Dreams

November 22, 2014

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I was at home, and my mom had taken a trip of some sort. It was indefinite in length, and apparently when it's just dad, we just drink a lot of beer?

I was walking out in the backyard, and found out my parents had bought the field behind the house and built a hotel on the land. From the outside it appeared to be just a huge concrete cube or something. Rather ugly in general.

But when I went inside, I was blown away at the exotic beauty of the whole place. It was wide-open but also cramped in a very colorful way. I walked around the first floor, and was fascinated with all of it. The dining area was all sort of carved or shaped out of natural clay and then painted and textured with bright colors. The stools were in all different shapes and sizes. No two tables were the same. There were also quite a few mirrors all around the building.

At some point I had to go to the bathroom. It was a largish room with separate little rooms for stalls, and low-lit. It was co-Ed. When I was in my stall, there was a knock on the door and a face popped over the top, they told me and everyone else in the stalls to stand up for some sort of game/bonding experience...

After I managed to get out of that situation, I was sitting in my backyard watching a sky-writer that was hired for the opening of the hotel. But apparently the sky-writer was in a bad mood, because he was writing out peoples' deppest, darkest secrets.