I went to Holly’s apartment for a visit. (In my waking life, she lives less than a block away from where I live in Long Beach.) It was a large building with a narrow corridor leading from the lobby to an elevator. The hallway and corridor were very dark. It was daylight outside, but it became night in the building. There was a doorman in the elevator (and the elevator was much larger than the one that is actually in her building). All of us in the elevator were whisked up quickly to another level of the building and placed straight onto a conveyor that took us to Seal Beach, several miles away. Seal Beach looked much like a fun zone, something like Coney Island or Balboa. I tried to call Holly, but my phone wouldn’t work. I was more than two hours late at this point, and had no way to reach her to let her know where I was.
Note: the morning after I had this dream I spoke with Holly on the phone. She said she’d tried to call me the night before, but the call wouldn’t go through.
Betsy Lohrer Hall
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