HowCouldYouEverTitleThis?

“... that someone, somewhere, will read most anything once. The tough part is getting them to read it again.

Got into Jackson sometime last night, getting close to midnight. Rode in on US Air as I recall.. the unfortunate recipient of a long two-leg trip, that liked Charlotte, NC on the way to Jackson MS.

And if I ever wanted to talk about anything strange and weird online, beyond my normal flirting and making people think I have absolutely no sense at all, is the desire to tell you about this dream last night..

And yes I convinced... that someone, somewhere, will read most anything once. The tough part is getting them to read it again.

It all starts with a hotel.”

“Well, what about your dream?

I had one last night that was about exploding spiders and convicts marching in circles above a volcano.”

“Towndawg's off his meds.”

“It's a Drury Inn. Cant say that every Drury Inn would be like this one.. but I'm on the 7th story (the top floor).. one of those places where the elvators are made of glass, and hot free breakfast is ready in the morning at six, and the internet is free 256kb twenty-four seven.

So how am I doing.. how many readers I wonder. Probably not many at the moment. People are still looking at this title, and wondering, "where is he going from here.. "

This hotel? It's got sounds. I would be hard-pressed to explain it -- even utilizing every wit of English I can drag up.. (boys? english is mah wurst subj.).. but it does have sounds. The one most prominent has this relentless howl.. a sound of persistent howl of ai cooling units pulling air thru a myriad of vents and resonating aluminum.

Dang, I wish I COULD write. :).. Anyways.. so how is your first night on the road.. do you sleep well? Toss and turn? Dream?.. What crawls at you, as you think back to times on the road.

And yes I convinced... that someone, somewhere, will read most anything once. The tough part is getting them to read it again.”

“And my first night here, and I got this low grade headache of staying up -- way too long -- and trying to catch a catnap on the plane. (Don't you just love puddle jumpers?) Well, at least I was in the back, and slept close to an hour and a half.

Got my rental, found the hotel -- smiled as I found they put me on the top floor this time -- but so wound up, that I popped some popcorn, and drank the two cokes in the fridge. (Remember it's 1am).

I even got online for a while. Shoot with free internet, why not you know? Finally, I decided to go to sleep.. not late, but later than I should. I didn't have to actually be up my normal 5am, so hey.. might as well catch up online with a few friendz. So to bed. soem bed are wonderful, some suck -- we all knows its true.. and no matter what hotel you might be in, nothing matches your bed at home..

I dreamed. Oh my gosh. Somehow coupled with the sound of the hotel.. this sort of howling incessant reminder that I wasn't at home.. left me dreaming.. and it wasn't good.. I have this thing with light most of the time when I want to sleep. I prefer none. (Bad idea in a strange hotel room.)

So what was the strangest, weirdest dream you remember folks??.. Forget the technicolor question, and the one about "what if you die in your dream" .. Which are the ones you wake up so disorientated and damn-sure that was f*cking real -- that it takes you back?

(my apologies, but the slang was needed for effect)”

“Some beds... not soem bed.”

“Mine was positively evil. Sorry, but hey its true.

"My god, what's up with these little gnomes holding me down, and refusing to let go. And why can't I see them? I can not see to get away from them. And what is all that howling?? My gosh, doesn't it ever quit??"

It absolutely scared the crap out of me. It was one of those dreams, that you feel yourself TRYING to wake up from, and for some reason you can't?? (which is compounded intensely due to this recurring theme?.. being held down, by things I can't see, and them refusing to let me go, or wake up??

So anyway.. how y'alls night tonight.”

“Broke into the little refrigerator loaded with booze, huh TD?

This better end with a bloody murder or a ghostly visage appearing from the closet or something.

I was in the top floor in a hotel in Nashville this past March and they put me in a room next to some motors or something. I listened to rumbling for one night before getting another room. I suggested they put only deaf people in that room- the hotel workers weren't real amused.”

“A few typos.. (howdy Ice Tea) but it will pass.. anyway.. I'm done. lol..”

“mediaman: Exactly. I have to say, in all these years, this room gave me 'the willyes' worst than any other. The damn howling? Its going on now of course, and for some reason -- the speakers are not working on my laptop. Not sure when they quit, but its been less than a week.., and I been absolutely determined to get them working again.. which means the whole time I am typing, and trying to troubleshoot it -- the howling goes on.. and on.. and on.”

“"This better end with a bloody murder or a ghostly visage appearing from the closet or something."

That line I love. I don't have an ending as incredible, but I like how you think. I was in the town that the Bell Witch was from the other day.. Adams TN I think?.. I really need to visit there again one day.

:)”

“"exploding spiders and convicts marching in circles above a volcano."

This I gotta hear, Treebait.

:)”

“by the way.. not sure last time I talked to Mike.”

“Go to the library and find the oldest book you can. Ideally about witchcraft or the occult. Carry it around with you at night and read the occasional passage from it.

Seems to work in the movies.”

“I totally know that I had a weird dream last night, but I can't remember what the heck it was about. What's w/ all the lucky people who always have vivid memories of their dreams?”

“"find the oldest book you can. Ideally about witchcraft or the occult. Carry it around with you at night and read.."

Damn boy.. you do want me psychotic.

"the lucky people who always have vivid memories of their dreams?"

Who says we are the lucky people??”

“hMmm.. Wanna get real?

Better.”

“Hey Tilt. Nice. :) :)

*humble adoration *

(needs no more to be said.. it's an awesome ride!)”

“Just goin' with the flow, here.

You did say you were gettin' the Willys... <G>”

“Towndawg, you some weird sum#&%!$. lol


Now Drury Inns?? We always used them at the motorcoach company where I worked. I was on first-name basis with national sales manager Julie in St. Louis.... Of course, every good hotel chain has a weird one! (room, I mean!)”

“I keep telling him to stay away from the peyote buttons.......but will he listen????”

“lmao.”

“I had to take a sleeping pill the other night. THose drugs usually trigger very vivid, bizarre dreams and nightmares. THis one particularly wierd t o me. THe exploding spiders were somebody's pets, so they wanted to be cuddled and were about a foot across the abdomen. Their owner died somwhow and all the spiders exploded with grief. THe part about the convicts was weird too. It was mostly in black and white but the magma had color.”

“like wow.

<G>”

“treebait: thanks :).. heh.. my gosh girl.. ya.. that WAS a dream.. fortunately I am out of Jackson MS.. threw away a $100 return ticket to Nashville (by way of Charlotte) and drove to Atlanta.

Different hotel, different sounds. (for sure.. different sounds.. after all -- it is ATL, the heart of the dirty south.)

I didn't tell you guys about the Nashville airport when I left to go to Jackson.. got paged.

Paged to come to the front ticket and baggage area -- for an item in my luggage. Any guesses? (I have the plastic tag from their inspection of the contents.)”