Archive for September, 2014


Nightmares in a hotel

          Last night I had a nightmare. While I was dwelling on it this morning, I noticed something odd. I don’t really have recurring nightmares, but all of them have been happening in the same place of late. The theme of the nightmare is always different, but they’re always in this high-rise hotel I’m pretty sure exists only in my mind. I’ve never seen the outside, but I have seen several rooms, a small courtyard, the beige hallways with the outdated red carpet, a giant spiral staircase in the core of the building, and an express elevator that is so fast, it makes me nervous to ride it.
          Now because this hotel is host to my nightmares, it’s not exactly a pleasant place. The rooms are slowly filling with things that make me want to puke, and the concrete of the courtyard is stained with the blood of people I’ve seen jumping from balconies. Luckily, every time I wake up is like checking out, turning in my keys and most of my memories of my stay. Every time I come for a visit to the hotel of nightmares, I get a new room. I walk through the halls remembering that there are terrible things inside every door, but I don’t have a key so I can’t look to see what was so terrible about it. Also, the cleaners are very good about removing the people from the courtyard, so I don’t remember who jumped. Though maybe they should consider investing in a pressure washer for the ever present blood stains.
          My visits to this hotel are very infrequent, but there’s one thing about it that just grinds my gears. The express elevator broke 3 nightmares ago. It’s been months and it’s still broken. Every time I check in, I have to lug my suitcase up the god damned giant spiral staircase, and they always put me on the top floors. I can handle all the death and destruction and other terrible things because I know they aren’t real. But the half hour I spend struggling up the seemingly endless stairs is not exactly an experience one can simply brush off as not real.