One night at the end of April I dreamed all night that I was lost in a huge hotel, and spent hours searching for a tote that I'd put into an employee cubby. I had my wallet and purse, and I seemed to be an employee there who had just gotten off work. A very tall blond woman (never a good sign in my dreams) accompanied me for a while, and paid for some clothes at the hotel boutique for herself and a lady attorney when they discovered I had no credit cards on me -- they were in the tote, presumably. I'm not sure why I offered to pay for the clothes, either.
Throughout the dream I was pretty anxious, and yet I took time to stop and talk to the guests. One man had a tall, intellectually disabled son, and while he was struggling for words to introduce him I said, "He must be a wonderful son" and made the man very happy. Another set of parents had two very small, possibly physically disabled twins (paraplegics?) who were constantly crawling around and pulling pranks on Mom and Dad. I removed two cardboard chimneys the kids had somehow stapled to the back of their shirts.
Yes, it was a really strange dream.
I'm sure it all has some kind of deep psychological meaning, but for me it was a little exhausting. I woke up relieved my search of the hotel was over (I never did find that tote.) At the same time I thought it was a weirdly interesting dream.
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