I've traveled back in time to a big, old hotel, it's a servers nightmare, the kitchen is on one floor, the bar is on another, and everywhere there are flights of stairs and unattended tables, I can't keep up, can't begin to keep up...people keep arriving, looking at me expectantly, where do I find the water? This place is a labyrinth, I'm lost...
...a couple at one table, they seem to be enjoying themselves, younger man, twenties, 80's hair, older woman, they tell me that it's time, and they push a remote control and blow up their car, it's somewhere in the hotel, I'm horrified that people will be hurt, I have a bad feeling about this, but they seem pretty confident everything will work out fine...
...the hotel is evacuating, everything is now under control, I can see outside a big blast in the side of a parkade, smoke, people are walking underneath the dangling wreckage of an automobile and I'm getting angry and shooing them away, I'm convinced this bomb thing will end badly...
...in a guests room, he's talking to me familiar like, I've served him before, he's barrel chested and has no torso, lower limbs, just his arms that he uses to carry himself about, and his wife, I don't recognize him at all, but I turn around and by the time I look back he's pulled his torso and legs out from his abdomen or wherever he had them tucked, he's standing up like Burt Reynolds, all normal, laughing at me, he was just joking, I recognize him now, don't I?
...at the back entry there's a stack of old bottles the hotel is throwing away, they're shaped like figurines for exotic and expensive liquers, novelty bottles, one a gilt and porcelaine pig, another is Wile-E-Coyote, there are others, and I'm collecting them, wondering where to store them, someone tells me I have a locker...
...down in the basement of the parkade, I don't recognize this place, I don't have a locker here, friend assures me I do, I find my key, it's a small locker, like a half-sized one at the gym (not the locker I was thinking of), no room for these figurines, inside are a bunch of papers I'd written for university, it's been a long time since I've seen them, makes sense, I'm way back in time, my twenties, I scan the papers, gently scathing criticism from professors, comments...that's all, ...
Now I'm thinking, there's got to be a few people to look up, people I met when I was older and wouldn't it be curious to meet them when they were younger only there's no internet in the 80's or email and how would I get hold of them?
(Strange.)