On Ghosts and Conferences
11-08-14
My family and I were on a road trip headed to a conference in Marion, Indiana (the conference has been in another dream, but last time in an apocalyptic Venice-Tokyo). I don’t recall what the conference was for, but I do
remember I was a speaker there and it was particularly urgent that I arrive on
time.
Though Marion is only an hour or so from where I live, we
stopped at a family owned Bed & Breakfast. The accommodations were simple;
they had converted an old double on some waaaaaay out there back country road
and rented out half while they lived in the other half.
The Bed and Breakfast was a yellow remodeled Victorian affair that had been remodeled into a double at some point in its life. It was a little sad looking and mysterious. Somehow, the owners managed to rent it out to more than 2 people at a time and didn't live there themselves.
I, my sister, and my
parents were just going to stay the night, grab some breakfast, and leave the
next morning (the house had a massive restaurant in the back… somehow)
But that night, my ex-girlfriend Mandie showed up to the
B&B lobby with a whole bunch of her friends (for no apparent reason). I
remember being surprised, and I briefly thought okay dream, this is just cruel. She was surprised to see me and
stayed behind her friends; but after they sifted through registration, we
drummed up a bit of conversation. I recall saying “Yeah I’m watching
supernatural now” she was watching Smallville, I mentioned that was on my
watchlist, along with various other shows. She seemed mildly impressed; which
was nice. I briefly entertained the idea of talking about more serious matters,
but lucid me kicked in and reminded me it was just me.
Flash forward to that night. Another guest in the hotel
starts having these fits of panic and dies of heart attack: Ghost Sickness (I’d been watching Supernatural, sue me!) But by the time we woke up, Mandie and her
friends were already gone.
At this point I woke
up. I had this faint recollection of saving Mandie from the top of a destroyed building (in Venice-Tokyo) but I don't remember how that fits into the dream.
So I just focused on driving out to stop the ghost sickness from spreading...
Which I did. For some reason, though Marion is in the
north-central-east of Indiana, I kept driving west; even the Bed and Breakfast
was in the western half of the state. I chased after them in my now-1967 Chevy
Impala (a LOT of supernatural, okay?). Definitely felt like Dean Winchester at
this point. The trip out was uneventful. I just remember turning around in a
gas station and going east.
Somehow I arrived at the conference center ( a completely
transformed Indiana Wesleyan University) and realized to my horror that
Mandie+Co had retired to their dorm, and that this Ghost Sickness was going to
spread like wildfire if I didn’t do something fast.
One of her friends answered the door and cut to black; I woke up for good.
Explanation: I’ve been watching a lot of Supernatural, so the
dream took on a ghost-hunting feel as soon as we got to that run down Bed &
Breakfast. Retelling the dream WAS the first time I've referred to Mandie as my ex. Coping? Maybe, but no particular meaning behind this dream. Just lots of Supernatural and a little emotionalism.
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