Dream: Undead Hotel

So last night I had way too much coffee and didn’t fall asleep for awhile. To make things even more fun I had some weird dreams. I was floating over this beautiful city at night, so I decided to check out a hotel.

There was no door outside. Instead, I had an elevator between the outdoor exit and the 8th floor. (one or the other!) So I got on and pushed 8. Tom Hanks was on the elevator with me and I told him I thought he was an excellent actor, but he was tired so I didn’t bug him much.

On the floor, I got my key. It was for room 611. I found the door and entered to find a stairway. But it wasn’t quite right. There were two stairways and this obstacle course thing to the upper platform and a door. I navigated the course and saw that one of my students was there and close to finishing and reaching the door. As I left, I told him I’d see him when I got out.

Well now we were on the real 8th floor and it was crappy, loud, and not someplace I wanted my room. I was pretty mad and I wanted a refund. My student joined me and we decided to go downstairs so I could get a refund and leave. But there was no elevator here, so down the stairs we went!

One big problem: My student was somehow undead. So was everyone who was on the obstacle course. Now this student was nice undead, trying to help me get out instead of the whole eating brains business, but the other undead would run up and I’d ask my student to go somewhere else so I could turn the undead with bless 1 (stinking Might and Magic). The undead turned like the werewolves in Zombies Ate My Neighbors, only the cloud of “undead essence” was pink.

We got down to the third floor and there was an exit. I was thrilled. But I went to the door and there was a warning of a detour. Why? Because the parking lot there was radioactive! I watched someone exit the sliding glass doors and they died (I swear I felt a bit of the radiation in my dream… somehow) and of course the dead person became undead and I had to defeat her.

So me and my student went back to the counter to find out about the detour. We went around to an escalator, went down a floor, and saw the real parking lot. I was carefully reading the instructions on how to get out (complete with a model parking lot!) and then I woke up.

The moral of the story is that hotels are trying to kill you and make you undead and that the undead can easily be defeated by bless 1.

BEWARE THE UNDEAD!!

I need to never have caffiene before bed again.