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    Hollywood Hotel, Charmed, Japanese Sex Dolls

    by , 10-10-2016 at 03:17 PM (383 Views)
    I'm in a hotel, checking in. Go to the front desk to pick up my keys and they tell me I'm in room 135. There's not a lot of people in the lobby. I get into an elevator for the first floor. Why I needed to get on an elevator, no idea. So I'm in a hallway looking at all the plaques on the walls in front of all the doors for my room number. The numbers aren't in any sort of order, but they do all start with one. Then I realize, there's way too many people hanging out in the hall. I finally get to my door, use the actual key, not a key card, open the door, and something just doesn't feel right. The lights are on, I barely peek my head in and I just have a bad feeling. The coat rack is knocked over. So I decide to go back to the front desk. I turn around and there's still a lot of people in the hallway, just sort of milling about. In all my time in hotels, there's never been this many people in the hotel hallway, not even on Spring Break. Then I'm taking a closer look at the people... and they're definitely zombies. But they're not attacking me, like zombies are traditionally known to do. So I wonder... am I a zombie? And then I realize that if I'm having any cognizant thoughts at all, I must not be a zombie. But why aren't they attacking me? ::shrug:: So I get to the elevator, and someone else is in there with me, not a zombie. I look for the button for the 8th floor and realize that it's already lit. A bunch of numbers are lit. Then the elevator doors close, and I'm on the Tower of Terror at Disney. We're flying up and down and I notice there's someone in the corner operating the elevator. Looks evil. But smiles? Anyway. I realize that this is a ride at a theme park, thank the operator, and get out of the elevator.

    I think I'm in my bedroom at my parents; house. Or the guest room. Anyway, I've been watching a lot of Charmed recently. Piper is in my room. I'm super attracted to her in my dream. We're all smiley and giggly. I lean in to her and say, "I really, really like you!" And I remember thinking, girl is totally straight, what the fuck am I even doing? But what the hell, I'll tell her anyway, what's the worst that can happen? So we start kissing and everything's cool. Then she's not there anymore, I'm still in the room and in my hands is a magazine open to an article about Japanese sex dolls, and what they all do, and rating them 1-10 and giving a description, etc. I am perplexed and sort of disgusted by this. Then I throw the magazine down and walk out of the room, and someone comes out of the other room. I look at the wall and make a comment about how the decals look good there. There were some tribal sort of decals on the wall, and they really didn't look good there at all come to think of it. ANYWAY!

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