Dream Catchers

Oh darling! Have I dream to tell you.

We've met at a hotel, a somewhat golden yellow ochre toned hotel for our tryst, smiling and bubbling with lusty energy, barely able to hold each other back, leaning in for the first kiss before I smoke the usual 'j' when a loud noise breaks our reverie. Someone is banging on our door.

It's a hysterical foreigner, almost tears in her eyes, telling us that it's a sham, this hotel. That the online payments that have been made are not to this hotel management but some conman and now the hotel management wants to throw us out.
We are left in utter confusion, because everything seemed fine as we walked in. How could this be?
The lady, teary eyed and upset is packing to leave.

We spot another couple in their bathing suits. Probably out of the pool with a pool noodle in tow and we ask them about this situation.
The couple is as unbothered as humanly possible and tell us that even though it's true they are not going to stop with their fun unless the hotel actually ousts them and they shut the door on our faces.
We march back to our room. Still confused.
You're looking at a handbag on the couch which clearly isn't mine.
It's a military fatigue sort of a thing with an umbrella inside and we look at each other questioningly, wondering if this was left behind by a previous tenant.
Of course this entire situation has rained on our mood and we are still contemplating as to whether or not we should continue our kiss and get on with our delicious plan the door is brushed open and room service trolley is pushed inwards.

There are about half a dozen people ready to start cleaning the room and they tell us most rudely to get out of the room.
This of course doesn't go down well with either of us and there are raised voices, arguments, shouts and angry complaints, whereupon you produce the receipt which is a print out of the online transaction and the room service people ignore it laughingly saying it means nothing.

We are visibly aggravated but decide to continue our day in another hotel and seething as we are we leave.
On the way looking for another place we come upon a sweet lady whose charity we'd made a donation to earlier that day and she gives us a card for another hotel which is a few minutes away.
We reach the hotel and it has spiralling stairs leading to the reception.
Funnily the stairs go through an open zoo and there are pigs and goats running amuck as we wade through them to the make it to the reception desk and the stairs just won't end.
A small dog has started following us as we continually kept descending.
We can see the reception desk but there's no end of stairs..

I don't know whether we make it to the end but the dream had me so spooked that I opened my eyes to realise al was fine.. that I was still in bed surrounded by my cats and toasty warm.

Phew!!