all white hotel room, seeing prophetically thru window

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all white hotel room, seeing prophetically thru window

Post by Jodi on Tue Apr 06, 2010 5:27 pm

I was traveling with a friend. We are both young women and we had been on some adventure. We needed rest before traveling the rest of the way home, so we stopped at a hotel. (We were in our twenties, but IRL I'm in my forties.) We entered a hotel room and the first room was empty. The walls, carpet, and everything else was totally white. I could see into the next room because it had no door, just an arched opening. There was a big white bed in that room and a man sleeping in it. We slept on the floor in the first room so as not to disturb the sleeping man. I was not afraid of him. I knew he would not harm us.

When I awoke, my friend was gone. (It was not as if she had abandoned me. It was as if she just disappeared from the dream.) The man standing next to the bed. I knew he was offering me rest - that I could lie down in the bed and it would be OK. It wasn't sexual propositioning; it was an offer of rest. I slept next to him and awoke when he was getting out of the bed in the morning. (Now I am older, in my forties.)

The next morning, he went into the kitchen. I followed him as he went into the kitchen, just happy to be near him and accepted by him.

The morning after that, I followed him as he went into the kitchen, thinking I could help fix breakfast. There was a Hispanic family standing in the kitchen on the other side of a counter. (At this point, the man disappeared from the dream, but I think I sensed him still being there - just not visible.) The counter was between us. I saw some red raspberries on the counter and picked them up to rinse them. The scene shifted to a close up view of the berries and then back to a more normal size. I then noticed a look of longing on the mother's face as she stared at the berries and then out of the kitchen window. I followed her gaze and looked through the window. I could see a supernatural distance into another country far away. I saw a field with farm workers picking berries. The mom was thinking of the berries as a connection to this son of hers who was far away picking berries. She was sad about being so far away from him and maybe even worried that she would never see him again. I put the berries down on the counter fro her to pick up. She picked them up lovingly. The rest of the family was gathered around her, but the focus was always on the mom. (I am still forty-ish.) I woke up.

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