I'm traveling around the country and we stop at this hotel to check in this tiny little room. Even though we're only staying overnight I always unpack and set up the room so everything is where it should be, apparently socks in the top drawer with underwear, laptop set up on desk, etc.
I go and play this show and really just hit the performance and the crowd in this bar which is at the front of this little hotel is loving it and dancing and jumping around and we're all just having a good time.
We finish our set, and for whatever reason I just didn't feel like dealing with the crowds so I left of the left side of the stage where there was an exit to outside and walked around the corner of the building to the entrance of our room and let myself in to be alone and gather my thoughts. I want to put my guitar in my guitar case since we're leaving in the morning but the case is falling apart. I sit down and start to put it back together. It's as though it's tacky so if I peel it all apart and put it together correctly it will stay which I manage to do but I'm not sure if I put my guitar in it or at least I don't remember in the dream if I did. My songwriting partner and this other dude come back and we shoot the poop for a while and and I don't remember exactly what happened, only that I felt uncomfortable around this stranger.
Suddenly it's morning and we're getting all packed up to leave. I'm lagging a little behind and tell the other guys to take off and that I'd catch up with them on the road. I'm worried cause I know I still have a few things to pack up and it's almost checkout time so they go to the front desk in another building further down and in a few moments come walking back towards me. The front desk girl steps out of the office behind them and yells not to worry, I have another hour or all the time I need.
What's strange is that now we're like in this really nice resort hotel and not some dinky little motel. We say goodbye with me standing on the porch while they pack up the cars below and take off.
When I go back inside now, it's like a really beautiful modern home with all white walls and hardwood floors and a big open living room with 2 or three bedrooms. The night before it was dark and almost sinister and one or 2 rooms.
Here's where it gets weird, the cleaning lady comes to the room and is like, I hope you don't mind us cleaning while your finishing up and I turn around the there's like 3 other cleaning ladies in house. One is spilling water on her head and making a joke to the others while standing in the stairwell leading to the basement unaware that I'm in the room. I make a comment, and she's a little startled but not alarmed in the least and she smiles at me. She has short light brown hair and I may have been making a comment but she says she's pregnant. The other cleaning woman who I haven't spoken to also says she's pregnant. I then proceed to the hallway to get my stuff and as I'm walking down it there's a door that's sort of like that sort of see through stuff in the window of a confessional box at church. I've never been in one but you them all the time on tv, but this mesh is covering the entire door and through it I can see the back of this other woman who appears to be sitting in the floor facing away from me Indian style so I'm only able to see her beautiful pale white skin and dark long hair.
I walk down the hall towards but obviously stop at my room and gather my stuff. I'm only carrying a laptop, guitar, and backpack or books but for some reason every time I try to get up I feel like I hardly have any balance and strength. Every step seems a labor and I end up falling down. On making my way to the living room I pass and anteroom next to this other girls bedroom and see a white step ladder made of wood painted white next to the wall. I eventually make it to the living room where I proceed to fall again and ask one of the girls if that's their ladder because I want one more chance to catch a glimpse of the girl sitting on the floor in the (bath?)room. I know there's something significant about her and maybe her and me. The ladder is theirs and we walk back to the living room and I gather my stuff to leave and apparently the cleaning ladies are getting ready to leave and the girl who was in the (bath?)room comes out carry stuff too to pack into their van. She pregnant as well. She's carrying a box in her hands and seems to be having the same problem I am but I sense for her there's another force. She's manages to get outside and is standing next to the van, when the other women question why she can't get to the van. She points over to another vehicle parked maybe 15 feet away and says they won't let her enter it, looking over at the other car. I make it to the porch and then down the stairs till I'm standing behind the pregnant ladies' van and fall down one last time.
I can sense the witches the beautiful pregnant girl spoke of but I know I'm stronger so I decide to put my stuff down and not suffer the vertigo fatigue and loss of balance I experience when holding it. Freed of these things I'm able to walk over to them unhindered and before me are standing these 3 prepubescent skinny lanky girls with long brown hair and odd blue eyes with ribbons and/or pigtails in their hair. They're surprised I can reach them and concerned. I walk up to the first one and before I can say a prayer she says, The Power of 10 and I can feel a force try to hurtle me back but I withstand it. Unfortunately as I'm withstanding it I'm coming out of my dream.
Only know I'm in one of those frozen lucid states where your not supposed to be able to move your body. Usually in this state I experience or sense other beings/forms/presences around me with malicious intent and breaking out of it is hard and arduous and usually leaves me more tired than when I fall asleep but this time as I can feel the rigidly or frozenness moving in I just break through it and wake up.