hostile hostel

Years ago, I experienced two nights of hell at a hostel* in Lake Tahoe, California…

On both nights, I kept waking in my dorm bed with the same sense of misery.  I felt as if I was moving through a sludge of dismal emotion while I slept…

I remember only one dream image: that of a former high school classmate.  A boy I’d barely known.  A guy with a rather bland personality.  I’d never dreamt of him before; I haven’t dreamt of him since.  The malaise of those two nights is likewise unique.

So…

…did that environment affect (infect!) my sleep?  Maybe the house was haunted.  Perhaps a grisly crime been committed on the premises.  Were we sleeping on an ancient burial site?

For both nights, I shared the dorm room with eight or ten other men.  Did I unconsciously absorb some dire unease from one of them?

I wish now I’d inquired how the others had slept.

But even if someone had reported a similar experience, I’d still be left with the same big question mark…

…a another frustrating question mark…but a question mark that opens me to wonder.

As strange as our waking reality seems, our sleeping reality seems even stranger.  To ponder its mystery is humbling to me.  And at the same time, expansive.

* South Lake Tahoe, to be exact.  The house may still be there, but the hostel is long gone.  There wasn’t a third night—two were enough.

© 2018, Michael R. Patton
The Truth of the Dream: poetry ebook

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About Michael Patton

I am a poet, novelist, and fabulist...A new mythologist, a peace miller, a dream worker...I don't qualify as an illustrator or photographer--I just "make pictures"...I have thirteen books available at amazon... I currently reside in northwest Arkansas, but have lived and worked all over the United States... I'm self-taught, for the most part--which is like searching for the right door in the dark. It's an on-going process.... I don't want to write MY story, I want OUR story, so that's what I'm studying: the human story: past, present, future, in its many aspects--including the spiritual. I'm proceeding at a slow crawl.... I don't see the inner world and outer world as separate. By learning about myself, I learn about others, I learn about my world.... Conversely, as I struggle to understand what I see OUT THERE, I learn about myself.... But to be clear: I don't claim any special understanding. I'm still purblind, still only half-awake.... After frustrating experience with the publisher of my first novel, I've published on my own, beginning with e-books, with plans to move into print and audio. Even video.... Along with a second novel, I've now published eight books of poetry. Each poetry book focuses on a theme. For instance, the collection GLORIOUS TEDIOUS TRANSFORMATION is about the slow difficult wonderful process of change.... In that book, as with all my work, I try to be accessible to a general audience, while also striving to achieve a certain literary quality.
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