Dream Journal
I was riding my bicycle following a stronger, faster, fitter woman through the city. We rode up and down large hills and I lost sight of her. I arrived at a hotel and went to the top floor.
In the observatory at the top of the hotel there was a very long line of people to view this cyclist, as though she were an attraction. When I got to the front of the line I had to stand on the hand railing with my face pressed against the glass because the others kept pressing forward.
The woman cyclist sat on the floor, leaning back on her arms with one leg out straight and one bent at the knee, looking out over the city. The people viewing her from behind glass didn’t bother her at all.
Back downstairs in the hotel dining room I saw Christopher from The Sopranos sitting at a dining table. He bit into the head of a 3-foot black beetle that was still squirming. I couldn’t believe that he was going to eat that bug alive right in front of me.
I turned away and went back into the foyer. Dr. Melfi stood there arguing with Tony Soprano; she was a large centipede half standing and half slithering, wearing a very smart business suit. I looked back into the dining room and saw the headless beetle was still wiggling its legs.
Themes: Hotel