zzzz. a few hours too late to recall completely

[sabotabby]

I went to San Francisco with a few friends. We stayed in a decrepit mansion run by a woman who was coldly beautiful by day and ancient and ugly at night.

The first person I met there was the one-legged homeless man I see sleeping inside the bank at night. He seemed like he wanted to tell me something, but he couldn't speak.

One by one, the other guests in the mansion disappeared, though my friends and I were spared. I followed the woman into the basement and found that she was sacrificing the guests in order to keep the mansion standing. I fled before she could kill me for finding out her secret.

Back upstairs, I found that my friends had disappeared. I somehow managed to rescue them, and stop the woman from killing us all. My one-legged friend reappeared and told me that he'd been the janitor in the building, and the woman's first sacrifice, but he was finally free now.

We left the mansion, which was now crumbling, and stood on the beach and watched whales and sea lions surface. I felt at peace.

Comments

[seaya.livejournal.com]

I love dreams where one triumphs over teh evil. :-D

[sabotabby]

Especially given how my dreams generally go.

[jhfurnish.livejournal.com]

It sounds like a dream about Nancy Pelosi. =)

[jhfurnish.livejournal.com]

Or Hillary Clinton. =)

[sabotabby]

I took it to be about the parasitic relationship of capital and the working class. But it's always a tricky thing, dream interpretation.

[jhfurnish.livejournal.com]

It could well be, and it is after all your dream. Your interpretation certainly seems valid.

[sadie-sabot.livejournal.com]

huh. did the mansion have beige shag carpets? if so, it might have been my house. We don't really sacrifice our guests, though, except for that one german pro-zionist one....

[sabotabby]

I don't remember the floors; I think they were hardwood. Part of the interior looked like an old schoolhouse.

Did you eat said guest when you were done? Otherwise it's wasteful.

[sadie-sabot.livejournal.com]

ewww. we're vegetarians. he's out back, fertilizing the flowers.

[jaymoh.livejournal.com]

I lived that dream!

[sabotabby]

Really?!

[jaymoh.livejournal.com]

Heh. Sort of! When I first moved to SF, I worked as a live-in maid/ personal assistant to a very mean, wealthy old lady who lived in a historic old mansion. There were a long succession of assistants and "house boys" that I got to hear about. Dozens of people worked for her, and none of them ever came to visit, or called or anything and I would fantasize that they were all buried or mummified in her vault, or in some secret panel in the wine cellar! Her maid, (not live-in) Virginia had been with her for over 20 years though. She had some awful stories about the old lady.
Those were interesting times!