I’m sort of trying to catch up a little here from a few nights of
dreaming since I decided to start recording my dreams in a blog.

This was a really bizaare dream. My family and I went to stay in a very
fancy hotel. When we got there, I suppose if it were lit and tidy it
would be fancy, but it was very dark and gloomy–downright gothic. In
the dream I recall thinking this is very much like the “Stopping Off
Place” from an episode of Dark Shadows which was a gloomy
Victorianesque type hotel lobby that was basically a waiting place for
people who were on their way to the afterlife.

We all go to the desk and check in and the clerk tells us we’re all in
the same room, 352 or it could’ve been 356. Everyone decides to stay in
the lobby for a drink first except for my sister-in-law and myself. We
decided to venture to the room, but the elevator was old, worn and
dilapidated, so we decided to use the stairs. They too were old and
rickety and narrow and the higher we went the narrower they got. When
we finally reached the third floor, the door had been barred, but
seemed to also have been pried open and there were some kind of warning signs and no lights on on that floor. There were no lights on higher in the stairwell either.

· Read part two of The Stopping Off Place