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Sep 24, 2008 - 08:27 PM |
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I Was Awakened From the Greatest Dream Ever |
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It's boring as hell here in the hospital so I took a nap to pass time.
As I've mentioned, I'm on a list for a lung transplant. The dream played into this. For some reason, it was decided that I'd need to have the procedure done in Hawaii. Of course, that's a long way from home, so I was placed in a hotel room to wait until that important call. It was an okay room, nothing spectacular.
My doctor complained to the surgical staff, the wait could be a while as it's dependent upon random misfortune elsewhere. I'd need a better room. The hospital responded with vigor.
I was given the most amazing hotel suite ever. I'm not kidding. The base rate for paying customers was $250,000 per night. It had four spacious floors. The upper three were mezzanined and all were connected by both staircase and a private elevator. Each floor had a balcony that overlooked the Pacific Ocean and had a spectacular view of the evening sunset. The ground floor of the hotel had a four-star restaurant and a twelve-screen IMAX theatre, each of which were available to me at no cost.
Because of the indefinite waiting period and the size of the suite, I was allowed to have twenty friends stay with me for support. There were enough bedrooms for each and they (the friends) were offered the same free amenities as I. Some of the people were GFFers, particularly those with whom I shared a house in Maine back in May. I won't say precisely whom so that people don't feel left out.
We explored every nook of that suite, revelling in the heady discovery of each awesome luxury. The first-floor swimming pool had a waterslide that began on the third floor and snaked its way down, and also a Vegas-style fountain in the middle, which periodically sprayed a thin column of water as far as the fourth floor. The kitchen was fully stocked with restaurant-grade equipment and a walk-in pantry and cooler stocked to the hilt.
I remember picking up a small handheld device, similar to a PSP. It was a portable gaming system that was loaded with the entire libraries from the NES, SNES, Genesis, TG-16, 3DO, Dreamcast and all incarnations of the Gameboy (dunno about Virtual Boy). It was complimentary, much like the mints on one's pillow. There was no penalty for keeping the system.
The excitement and the maritime air had done me a world of wonder and I was able to breathe deeper than I have in probably twenty years. I remember the sensation of drawing in a much fuller breath of air. It felt alien - not bad, just alien. But it gave me the energy to run around the place at top speed. I passed by people playing video games on the sofa, people sunning themselves on the balcony, folks working out in the private exercise room, etc. If you wanted to do it and it could feasibly fit into a luxury hotel suite, it was available. Even bowling.
I spontaneously developed telekinesis. Don't ask me how, it just happened. I was hovering two inches above the floor as I wandered about. It was not an unpleasurable experience.
Of particular interest - and this is why the dream is perhaps the greatest I've ever had - someone had found a stereo and its accompanying library of music. As I proceeded to move downstairs, I was struck by the familiarity of the tune.
It was a synth-metal remix of "Dave's Theme," from Maniac Mansion.
I've never heard any remix of that song, let alone a metal one. But it was goddamned immaculate. My brain came up with that shit. I'm stunned by this knowledge.
It was right at this moment that the nurse barged in and I was jerked back to furious reality. No hotel room, no cineplex, no party with friends, no Maniac Mansion remix.
In related news, today I was told that I'm at the top of the waiting list. The next set of AB+ lungs is mine. All I can do is wait and wish I had that Maniac Mansion song.
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