dream journal entry #01

i was on some sort of trip, with famous people i didn't know. they seemed rich, and they seemed nice,, but there's some sort of feeling you get when you interact with these kinds of people,, like their intentions aren't what they seem. they have this facade, a not very good one too. when the trip was over, we got back to a hotel,, and they were just hanging near the hotel pool or jacuzzii,, and it seemed like these famous people were filming a reality show, cuz there was drama and stuff. two women arguing, calling each other bitches and stuff,, the basic messy stuff you see in reality shows where their main focus is drama and fights. i left them soon after, heading outside to the main entrance of the hotel where a shuttle was. apparently, this shuttle would bring me back home, and it would be a longgg way home so i couldnt miss this. as soon as i got on, i saw SJ !!!!! i couldnt believe it when i realized soon after i woke up, but in my dream i felt like it was just. expected. like it was a casual experience. but its not, of course, whenever i see SJ it feels like im reborn. before i could sit down, i had to get a ticket first, and obviously i tried to pick one where i could sit next to SJ. the numbers kept changing, like in ai or something. but it seemed as if i had forgotten something, so i hopped out the shuttle to go look for it. i went back inside the hotel where the famous people were and i approached the "nice" lady. she looked kind, and gentle, still mature, but in reality, it seemed like she didnt want anything to do with me at all. like she was too important. i asked her where this black duffle bag was, which im assuming is the one that i forgot about, and she just looked at me, smiled, nodded, and then just ignored me completely after. i dont know what triggered me to do so but i began yelling for them to help me, i started crying and begging for them to help like a little kid, but even so they didnt care. they just ignored me, including the directors and the camera people, as if i wasnt there at all.

after a little more of crying i decided that these people are utterly and completely useless, so i went back outside to where the shuttle was and i spotted my black duffle bag right there on the concrete floor outside the hotel entrance !! or under a white table, my memory continues to fail me. (but i guess thats the fun in dreams right? trying to remember and guessing along the way) however, the shuttle was gone !!!! so that means they left, with SJ,, i went and asked who i assumed to be some sort of driver or whatever person in charge of shuttles,, i think the conversation went like this:

"where is the shuttle?"
"it left already"
"oh ok ill wait for the next one"
"theres no next one its 6pm"

i began to panic a little, but realized i could just wait and sleep here at the hotel until tomorrow arrives. (id have to sneak around the hotel and try not to get caught freeloading there because apparently my "subscription" is over and the famous people dont need me around anymore)

"what time is the shuttle tomorrow?"
"there will be no shuttle. its Friday"

as i said, the way home was a long way, probably, so it might take like, 12 hours or so.

"when will there be a shuttle?"
"there will be no shuttle here ever again, that was the last one"

now i REALLY panic, like full on break down. it was night and i got scared, i was crying everywhere and screaming "i just want to go home someone help me please", but nobody acknowledged me whatsoever. it was really sad and tiring.

in the end, i was walking on the really long bridge, away from the hotel. it was above water, and the sky was gray but it wasnt raining. i was still sobbing, worried that i would never get home. last thing i remember is the shuttle man accompanying me while i walked, he seemed like he was someone from the Grand Budapest hotel, like a protective and caring figure.

i hope i crossed that long bridge and got home