The dressed assassins

The dressed assassins


Age 18

Oct 29 2012

Last night I had a dream after Veina's party. I just woke up from it so it's rather vivid and now I'm madly typing it on my ipod.

Me and my family were at a hotel called Marriott downtown. I'm not sure if this hotel exists in real life. In any case, it was my entire family: mom, dad, stepdad, grandparents, and various siblings were all there; I remember several scenes with my mother, brother, stepfather and father. One with Alston was that we were joking around dinner and the adults watched on fondly. One with mom was we were in the bathroom chatting through the stalls. There were several scenes with Peter, one with him fixing the Internet cable at the back of the desk in our room, another with him later.

Notes:
We didn't pay

We left through my birth dad's ingenuity - he dug some kind of hold in one of the room walls an we crawled through it outside, where we drove back home.

Went back to markham via snowy mountains, I went to Trudeau on Halloween. I was still a high school student and I was enjoying myself.

Saw these awesome costumes, namely a girl in a long gothic gown with a lacy umbrella, a few more dressy ppl, me in my little red hood, etc

Father and Stepfather both decide to bring us back downtown with Ethan and Alston. On the subway i saw a suspicious group of people with dagger eyes glaring at us.

I talked with an older lady sitting across me in the subway, Madame Stella I think her name was. A pleasant older woman. The ppl in the corner kept staring at us too and I realised in panic that they were totally watching us. I thought they were the police chasing after me and my family and we were in danger, having cheated the prestigious Marriott.

I started crying, worried there were assassins after us. the subway was filled with people from earlier in the dream; classmates, friends, that Halloween group. I bid the Madame farewell and my family group left the subway, both dads asking me what was wrong.

We left the subway, climbing stairs and going straight into the Marriott, and I felt elated. We could go into a random room and no one would notice! But no, as soon as I tried to randomly run a bellboy came up to me in a pubic voice and asked for my social number. Of course I knew giving it would be retarded so I didn't, running out if the Marriott's entrance down stairs for the street.

I pulled my family along and I wanted to race down the street, but when I took a look, the same group of Halloween people who were dressed up - that girl the the gothic gown and umbrella, another girl in a similar gothic fashion, a few boys dressed like monsters - closed in on the doors. It was them! They were the assassins!

Then I woke up. THIS IS A REALLY BAD RECOLLECTION OKAY, I know. Just... it was vivid and now I'm filling in gaps of the dream in November, which totally means I won't remember anything. Well, darn.