rshort1202

I am with Dad and Makayla, trying to find a hotel room. I think the number includes 2,6, and 4? It seems we are walking through a hotel building, but it also looks like a large house, with the entrance to each room looking like a doorway. At times it seems we’re in a different hotel, or maybe it’s just that the theme has changed. Watching the room numbers as we go, we come up to where ours should be but is not. We comment how this makes no sense. Now we’re in a portion that looks more like a typical hotel, and I think Makayla spots our room. The door is open and reveals a room I didn’t really expect. It is very small for a hotel room, and three beds of varying sizes are taking up just about all of the floor space. There is a ledge on the wall with a row of thin-curtained windows. They seem to be lightly illuminated from behind the curtains. The beds are topped with very thick and bohemian-patterned comforters that help give the space a comfy feel (it also reminds me of the Enchanted Forest in Placerville). I see a door that must be to the bathroom and wonder if it is nice. I’m also initially worried about getting good sleep with the beds being so close together. We all settle onto a bed, and I say something like ‘I would love to do mushrooms here.’ Dad looks disappointed/irritated, but Makayla seems to agree.

I am at what seems like a Christmas Eve get together with Dad’s side of the family at Matt and Sara’s house. We are just getting here and walking onto what looks similar but slightly different to their balcony. There are more people than I thought would be here, and there is an air of not knowing exactly how to act during this familiar ritual become completely new due to the pandemic. There are no masks, but people seem to be keeping their distance. Sara comes out from inside and we smile and wave at each other. It does hurt a bit not hugging someone you are used to hugging at these occasions. Then, I hug an old lady whom I don’t even know. The odd feeling of this is barely assuaged by her seeming not to care at all.

I’m going to be flying to London? At the last minute they switch my flight from one that stops somewhere to one that goes straight to London. I’m not sure I’m thrilled about this. I’m now on the plane which is about to take off. I’m in the bathroom which is a line of a few stalls. I think I’m in one of the end ones, and I can tell there are people in the others (with a momentary birds eye point of view?). Just as soon as it feels we’ve taken off, the plane stalls and bumps around turbulently. The turbulence worsens until we are completely upside down. Somehow none of us in these stalls fall from our position and even more incredibly the water in the toilet doesn’t even move. For a moment I’m seeing the faces of everyone in their seats; they seem to be fairly unaffected and even laughing it off.