Micha- A Disturbance of Lost Memories by Aimee - HTML preview

Fire in the Hotel

There was a lot I’ve forgotten about a dream and where it seemed to take place.

I was talking with Max, my boss, telling him there was a big fire in Drummondville, in the hotel where everybody was staying for the big golf tournament, only Max was staying at another hotel. I told Max I saw this on TV. He immediately went down a flight of stairs (were we in a stairwell, on our way down?) and through a door that was barely ajar, and he had to jump to the floor. I decided to follow him, as he seemed so concerned, and I thought there might be someone he knew who was staying at the hotel and who was in danger. Max seemed to have gone on ahead already, as I couldn’t see him.

The corridor I was in was narrow and well lighted. I could smell smoke but could not see any fire. Everything was quiet. No fire alarm.

I thought the firemen had probably already put out the fire, as it had been a long time since it started. At the end of the corridor there was a simple pine door, but no door handle; only a keyhole. I pushed the door open and found myself in another corridor, about the same length. At the end, there was another door with no door handle and only a keyhole where the door handle would normally be. I opened that one by pushing it, like I had done with the other one. I found myself in a small corridor, almost square. There were three doors. Not knowing which one Max had taken, I decided to go back. I worried that the doors would not open again and that I would be trapped.

Since I had pushed the doors open, I thought I would have to pull them open to go back and that this could only be done with a key — which I did not have. I found, however, that I could push the

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doors open just as easily in the other direction. When I arrived back where the first door was ajar, and where the stairwell was, I decided to explore a bit. I followed the corridor in the other direction, and I found it led to the underground entrance to the hotel.

There was more, I think, of the other dream that this dream was inside, but I do not recall anything except my giving the remote to a young man who was sitting with others, randomly scattered in what I can only describe as a movie theatre with red plush seats. He was delighted at being given the remote. I then left — or woke up, or both.