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I had a bit of a strange dream last night and want to write it out while it’s still fresh in my mind, and if anyone of you out there in virtual reality land wants to take a go at it, feel free.

In my dream I was driving back from visiting some family in another state. It was a long trip and I was making it with just myself and my children. It was about 10 or 11 pm and I was getting sleepy so I got off the interstate pulled into a gas station, filled up the tank and went inside to pay the attendant and asked if she knew of a motel near by. It didn’t have to be anything fancy just clean and not too expensive. So she directed me to one, “Just go 2 exits up the road and it’ll be on your left, you’ll see the sign from the interstate—‘country cottage’” So I found the motel easy enough—it was a 2 story motel looking similar to a best western or Howard Johnsons. So the kids and I go into the lobby and I ask the girl at the registration desk how much for a room and she replied $1,000! I was shocked to stay the least and started to leave when she said “Wait—that for our king size room I can offer you a small room with 2 twin beds for $72.” I said that would be fine and handed over my credit card and she rang up the room and started to hand me a key when the manger came over and said that was the key to one of the $1,000 rooms. So I handed the key back, and he was like “Oh what ever, just take it.” And I said “It’s ok, we don’t need a big room, 2 twin beds would be fine for us.” But the manager insisted that since I was handed the key I should take it for the night.

So I shrugged and asked the lady where the room was located and she told me she would walk us there herself—and so on the way to the room she started telling us about how a few years ago this man was brutally murder there—gave us all the gory details and how the manager had a hard time finding people who would sleep in the room. (I was thinking at $1,000 a night who in their right mind would sleep there) But of course the kids were now freaking out and I have to admit that my dream self was a bit worried at the prospects of sleeping in the room. So I told the lady that now that I knew the history of that room I didn’t feel right sleeping in it and I knew that my kids wouldn’t be able to sleep in it so I went back to the lobby and said so to the manager.

He said there weren’t any more rooms available and I had to take that room if I wanted to stay the night. So I asked for him to return the fee for the room and I would go somewhere else. That was when he got really mean; he started off saying that he could not return the money now that the room was booked, and I was like, “whatever keep the money I’m going to leave.”

That was when the manager proclaimed that he couldn’t let me leave as tired as I was (I was more mad than tired at this point) and if I tried he was going to call the child protection service to take my kids away if I tried to drive anymore that night!!! So I pulled out my cell phone and dialed the police and explain that the manager of this hotel was refusing to return my money and was trying to hold me hostage. They said they would be over and So I ended up waiting out side in the cold for the cops to come. When they got there The manager came out and it was basically a big “he said, she said” type of fuss. I wish I could say how the dream ended—but that was when I woke up. And believe me I was very glad to find myself in my own bed.