anotheranon

More from the files of vivid dreams...

I was walking down a cold rainy street. It was lunch hour, or rush hour, or some similar time when people have to be out on wet gray sidewalks trying to get somewhere.

I went inside one door and it was so different I immediately wanted to live there. Far from being cold and damp it was warm with golden light, polished dark brown wood, soft upholstery, and it smelled inviting, like cinnamon buns or warm blankets fresh out of the dryer.

There were lots of women milling around the lobby, in 1930s-40s style, all red lipstick and slim skirts and preppy sweater sets, talking and drinking and flirting. one of them told me that the downstairs of the building was "for the children".

In love with the comfy building, I all but begged the concierge to let me a room and got a big old-fashioned key that fit a door on an upper floor.

The room had charmingly old-fashioned flowered wallpaper and two bulging overstuffed beds. Being tired and cold I decided to get some sleep but in the low light I didn't see that there was an old woman already sleeping in one of the beds.

She woke up and told me that she and her lover (sleeping in the other bed) had lived there for years, and that when they slept their younger selves went to the lobby to talk and flirt and be young again.

I left so they could be alone together, and I can't remember much else about the dream, just that it felt really welcome and cozy.