Tag: sleep

a dream I had about 500 girls at a hotel

I was outside at the entrance of the hotel, or at least the entrance of the parking lot, as I overheard some of the staff; two unattractively-normal-looking black women in their 40s or 50s; mention that “500 girls” were coming. They meant that 500 girls had been booked at once and were on their way to the building. The women didn’t seem to know the reason, but the implication was clear. They figured it had something to do with sex, which naturally peaked my interest. Exactly what was going on everyone seemed to wonder as the word spread around the premise. At one point, I mentioned it to what seemed like a random stranger. Was it for a TV commercial? A song video? Porn? No one seemed to know. I planned to stay and find out.

I don’t know if I actually booked a room or what, but soon I was in the building; a hall section apparently connected to the lobby. It was the area where the elevators were as I stood near the right of what looked like a petite Asian woman who was waiting for hers to arrive and take her up to her room. A little further down, further to the left of the woman, sat a man; seemingly foreign also; on a leathered bench. There was a screen, a video monitor, almost directly in front of him; on the wall we all faced, but more to his right and the woman’s left. Suddenly it started showing a live stream of what was happening elsewhere in the hotel; a girl and a guy having sex. Fucking is a more appropriate way to put it. It was like a hardcore porn.

I figured the guy sitting on the bench had heard about the “500 girls” and was secretly excited about it, like me, but the video had no sound and he wasn’t looking up at the screen. He had his head down, reading a book or doing something on his phone, so I tried to get his attention by waving at him discreetly enough so that the woman wouldn’t notice out of the corner of her eye as she faced the elevator door she had been waiting to open. She noticed. I figured she’d also noticed the video but had been trying to ignore it because, without even looking over at the screen, she exploded in anger by violently throwing something at the guy as if to say, “Hey pervert! This other pervert is trying to get you to look at the perverts on the screen!”

It didn’t hurt him. It was something small she’d had in her hand. But it got his attention. The next thing I knew, he was fucking one of the girls just like the guy in the video. My first reaction was to laugh; he was pounding the shit out of this girl; as I pulled out my own camera and started recording. The woman either ran into the elevator or ran away in disgust as the video on the screen cut to other people, guests and staff, having sex in the hotel. It was a huge orgy that quickly had the whole building shaking as if there was a major earthquake. I wasn’t scared though. Neither was I concerned about getting dizzy as I would’ve been in real life. I just smiled and aimed my camera at the guy and the girl fucking frantically on the bench.

If the building wasn’t shaking so bad, I probably would’ve been looking for a girl of my own. They were apparently porn girls; the fakey overdramatic kind that typically turn me off; but the ones I’d seen thus far looked gorgeously attractive and it seemed anyone could just walk up and start having sex with any of them. I started to worry about the probability of the building collapsing though, World Trade Center style, all the while smiling and recording, as I ran to get into one of the elevator doors to the left of me. I stopped myself before going in. “Fuck this,” I might have said out loud, “I’m taking the stairs.” I figured it was too much of a risk. Being trapped in a broken elevator, with no girls, would’ve been a worse-case scenario.

2018 April 26

audio review : River Of Dreams ( album ) … Billy Joel

audio review : River Of Dreams ( album ) ... Billy Joel

The first three songs are adequate enough. If nothing else, they show that Billy Joel still has a knack for songcraft after all these years. The River starts to go downhill from there. He’s swimming hard; All About Soul is backed by what sounds like a full gospel choir; but about half of this album will drift you off to sleep.

my rating : 3 of 5

1993

video review : The BFG

video review : The BFG

This Disney adaption of The BFG, a 1982 children’s book by Roald Dahl, might have been big fun if director Steven Spielberg had taken more liberties with the plot. The first few minutes, in which a giant old man snatches a little orphan girl in the dead of night, are somewhat intriguing, but the story doesn’t really go anywhere interesting from there. The dream catching bit is silly and the Giant’s bombastic lingo is annoying, though scenes in which he hides her from Giant Country villains offer playful suspense.

my rating : 3 of 5

2016

a dream I had about a teen prison inmate attempting an escape

It was all fun and games at first. The two inmates sauntered about the place, a relatively small building that perhaps used to be a Wendy’s, pretending to plan an escape as the other teens, a group of several, laughed and snickered at them. The officer in charge; the one adult in the room; sat among them, in a chair or on a sofa near the south wall, nearly asleep. He saw what was going on but didn’t pay it much mind. He was just letting the kids have some fun as he prepared to get a little shut-eye. Besides, there wasn’t much else to do. I don’t know what they were all there for. It was as if everyone was waiting to be picked up or something; like a teacher with his class on a field trip, waiting for the bus to come take them back to school.

What’s weird is that the man, a black man probably in his 40s or 50s, did seem like a normal teacher or temporary guardian to the kids with the exception of the two boys who were walking around, pretending to be about to escape, as everyone else sat or stood. The other kids, it seemed, were free to go home once the “bus” arrived, but those two really were inmates and the man really was a police officer. In hindsight, the teens were probably all inmates under him; out on some sort of one-day work release. It’s just that everyone was focused on the two boys. At one point, the officer; eyes barely open, one more than the other; even muttered to the other kids something to the effect of, “All I know is that they better not open that door.”

The building was made just like a Wendy’s or most other popular fast-food places. There was a door or two at the front in what would be the main lobby or eating area surrounded by windows, perhaps a door or two on the side or sides, and one door all the way in the back, where, if it were a restaurant, employees would walk out to dump trash or take cigarette breaks. That’s the door one of the two boys; he seemed like a real-life criminal I knew named Eugene; finally did walk out of for real. It happened quickly, without warning, and the whole mood of the place turned from laughter and amusement to quiet disbelief as everyone realized what he did; including the officer, now fully awoke. “He left,” he asked, almost nonchalantly. The kids said yes.

Everyone stared at the other boy as he walked back, from the back, to the main area where they were, with a solemn expression on his dark-skinned face. “I didn’t go nowhere near that door, sir,” he said before the officer even had a chance to accuse him. It seemed obvious that the boy was just as shocked as everyone else about what his friend just did. He, the boy who didn’t leave, was set to be released from the prison very soon and knew that any unruly shenanigans would jeopardize that fact. The boy who left wasn’t set to go free as soon, perhaps several months or a few years compared to a few weeks or months, but his decision to leave the “work” building; a decision seemingly made on pure impulse; instantly added years to his sentence.

The officer made a phone call, presumably to his police buddies, but, just that quick, they’d already caught him. It was late at night and the neighborhood they were in was a quiet suburban one, so a young black male, probably dressed in orange, looking as if he were trying to break into a car, which is what the other kids surmised from listening to the officer’s phone conversation, would’ve made for an immediate investigation from the local night patrol. It was a stupid decision that couldn’t be undone or joked away and everyone knew that as a somber depression took over the room. The kids, comprised not only of boys but also girls, all seemed to like him. He was adored as a class clown of sorts. But he messed up in a major way.

2017 October 20