Dirty Dream #72
I recently had a dream. I dreamt I’d come alone with a blue suitcase in a hotel. I don’t remember exactly where this hotel was, but I knew I should stay there for some reason. While the porter was taking my bag to his room, the receptionist gave me an Embratur file to fill out. When I gave it back, he said:
Mr. Marcus? You’re being expected.
What do you mean, I thought. nobody knew I was coming here. The journey was impulsive. I asked the receptionist:
Am I being expected? By whom?
By yourself. Room 1603.
I don’t know why, but in the dream I didn’t find it so absurd to be expected by myself.
Strangely, I took the elevator without thinking of anything. Meeting myself would be a rather strange thing, but I wasn’t too worried about it.
I put the card in the door and went into the room without knocking. I saw an old man sitting on the bed, looking down. He must have been over 70. He wore glasses and white hair. From the same door I said:
Hey, i’m sorry.
He raised his head and looked in my direction, without speaking. He took a piece of paper that was next to him on the bed and reached out towards me. I got the paper. It was a suicide note. I don’t remember exactly what was written; just the last sentence: “At the end of the day, just lego the nothing to anyone”.
– Why is that?
I’m done with life. I made this appointment with you so you wouldn’t do what I did.
What do you mean, you don’t know?
He started talking and I felt a vertigo. As I passed out, I woke up sweaty in my bed.