melting water melting faces

There is a trailer park in a desert—the trailers have great spaces between them—several miles or more—I am in one of them with an old guitar player—he brings out something that looks like rock candy on a string—he gives me one and tells me to breathe it in—I follow his example and feel goofy—now there are about 30 people in this desert trailer—all of them inhaling this candy—all looking stupid

A flash of light outside and a panic hits—gotta go now—out the swinging door and…

Walking home through a hanging garden—my school mates are there—spread out among the plants—admiring—a waterfall runs neatly underneath the plexiglass flooring—I walk through a few similar buildings like this and reach the hotel that I’m staying in—up a flight of stairs and into the room

I have plenty of downtime so I decide to order room service—vodka—a few moments pass—I examine the room—it has no distinguishing characteristics-- it looks like every other hotel room i've ever been in—the waiter knocks and I tip well—time flashes forward and the room is now a swimming pool of vodka—a crowd of people are swimming and playing with oversized beach balls—I exit out of the window and shimmy down the side of the building—entering through the side door

Into the hotel restaurant—there are no seats here—no tables—I wander through the kitchen and into the cold locker for some peace. A woman throws the door open—wailing about how the exits are mysteriously melding shut—a door appears in the back of the locker—now the population of the hotel is following me—we go through several doors that appear—I have no idea where we are or where we are going—I can only hear screams

I wake up and see the word DESPAIR on my pillow in white letters

In a shopping mall at closing time—I am homeless so a shop owner lets me stay the night in his shop—I get the feeling that I am breaking everything I come within a few feet of—this guy is losing lots of merchandise to my destructive ghost—he kicks me out

Now all of the area is black as pitch—save for one small twinkling light—it is a candle in an ice cream store—I knock on the gate and hear the owner stir—he is at the gate in nightclothes saying he lives above his shop—I can stay in the shop for one night—he recites a riddle and goes back to bed—I walk up the inclined floor to the cashier’s counter—sorting through some thoughts—there is a melted bowl of ice cream on a table and two exits behind the counter—one on either side—the riddle has something to do with choosing the correct side—I go left—

An ancient looking room with some modern conveniences—a refrigerator—some bedding—and a great window going the length of the room—with a stunning view of tree branches—I think that I must have chosen the wrong answer.

Going back to the cashier’s counter—the melted bowl of ice cream is now fresh—I startle when I see this—now back on the right exit

There are some animal and water sounds—no light—I backtrack.

The ice cream is melted—I try to go back into the door on the left—it is locked—I sit the night out at a table—in the morning, the shop owner comes down the stairs, smiles, and says

"mirrors"

I wake up and see the word DESPAIR on my pillow in white letters