Jotted in the Notes on 6/18/10, after awakening from a nap:
Dream Nap 6/18
I am in CA on business and someone whom I know, but don't know, is there as well (you know how that is in dreams. In the dream you know the person, but in real life you don't know him).
I am checked into a hotel I don't recognize. One of those older hotels that has been remodeled and expanded. I am in the older, lower more motel-like part, the kind with outdoor entrances. Room 202. He has a room in the newer wing, room 502. I can see the new wing from the door of my room, it is in the style of California Spanish. Adobe with a tiled roof.
I need to leave my room for something, and when I return I realize that I have left the door wide open with all of my belongings exposed. My handbag is open on the bed, laptop on a table. Strangely, nothing is touched. The room is exactly as I left it.
The red message light on the phone is blinking, and when I retrieve my voice mail there is just one message. A male voice, and I know it is the voice of the man I know is there. "I am here. I can see into your room from mine." I don't feel afraid or threatened because I recognize his voice. And I already knew what room he was in.
Dream shift and I am sitting in a chair. I know I am still somewhere in this hotel. There is a man standing behind me. It is the man from room 502. His hands are on my shoulders and tangled in my hair and occasionally, around my neck. Again, I am not afraid. Though I try to turn around to look at him, his hands stop me.
"Wait." he says. "Wait. Not yet."
I settle back in the chair, bow my head, and let him rub my neck.
