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.

June 04, 2014

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I was with Zukin on a bus (in Germany, I think. But I'm not certain). We sat in forward-facing seats on the left side in the back half of the bus, and our bags were to our right in a row of left-facing seats that lined that whole side of the bus. Those seats were elevated by two steps. The bus seemed abnormally wide.

The dream fragmented here. We must have gotten off the bus, and were now in a hotel room. We started talking about a reading assignment for a class we were both taking. We had to read part of a book I've already read (I get a very strong feeling that it was the Hunger Games), as well as the first 100-or-so pages of another book, which I'd never heard of. I hadn't known that we needed to read the other book, and the class was meeting tomorrow. It was already late, and so I asked Zukin to just summarize that book so far, but she refused to tell me what it was about.

Another fragment; I had spilled something all over me, and so I went to the hotel room's bathroom to take a shower. Zukin asked me if I was going to "take a real shower in the morning," to which I responded: "This is my shower."

After my shower I changed into my PJs and then I woke up.