Dream Diary 121714: Big Snow and the Invisible Dog Thief

I am moving through a space that is equal parts small city and large map – of a gaming world? I am speaking to someone out of view and to my left and behind me. We are discussing the NPC's that his character killed. One was named Uto? Zuto? His body lies just off a small island on the map. There is a reason that we must commemorate the dead. That same island has something to do with fiction writing. A new method emerges concerning the completion of stories. It has something to do with an author taking a story to a particular point and passing it to another author. There is a feeling that the rotations are limited? Each author only writes half the story and passes it on to the next to complete the fiction?

I am standing outside an entryway to a hotel? There has been a snowstorm recently. The snow is partly melted and icy. It is very cold. We can see our breath. The entrance doors are large wooden doors with open slits at the bottom. I tell the attendant on the other side (an older man with an indian accent) that I am waiting for my old friend to arrive. He has been delayed on the freeway because of the weather.

The attendant passes a small receipt stapled to a larger set of papers through the slit and asks me to sign it. The receipt looks like one from a small mom and pop restaurant. I have trouble figuring out where to sign, there are multiple lines for such. From the noise coming through the slit, he sounds very busy. I realize that this is for some form of room reservation. I am not getting a room, but I sign anyway as I just want to get in out of the cold and he is too distracted. I am part of the convention that is happening here, I just don't want a room. I figure that we can work it out once I am inside.

There is an entry hallway inside the hotel that faces a large set of windows. The snow is falling. It looks beautiful. I can see individual flakes. They are intricate and as large as cookies. The flakes are piling upon themselves before they hit the ground, creating strange birdlike shapes. The snow keeps changing into a light rain and back again. There are many people waiting in this hallway area with their luggage. An old friend is going up to her room. I tell her that I will see her later, but that I must wait for my other friend to arrive. I can feel the cold through the windows.

I am in a medium sized room that has lots of light colored wood in it. There are three doors leading out from the area: one is a double door frame with no doors with a set of stairs leading down, the other is a regular door frame with no door, the last is another door frame with no door. There is a large pit? In the center of the room. I am setting up a store front with a lass case and lots of items. There is a feeling of Wicca / Magick about the event. I feel anxious about getting everything set up in time.

There is a large group setting up across from me at the other end of the room. There is a dark curly haired woman, older and slender. She is their leader? There is a younger blonde woman with long hair, also slender. There is a younger man to one side who is standing in a doorway. He has dark curly hair and stubble? Beard? He is the son of the older woman? There is also an older male who smiles a lot. He has stubble and dark hair. I feel he may be in a relationship with the older woman, but is not the younger man's father.

They are having trouble with their set up. There are several sculptural pieces that will not be finished for two days that are part of the display. By then, the show will be over. I move to face the display. I ask if there is a drawing of how the set up is supposed to look when finished.  I offer that, following the drawing, they might set up everything in the positions where it is supposed to be minus the sculptural portions that will be missing. The young boy from my left and behind me says that he does not work that way indicating that there is no drawing.

When I move back over to my area, I notice that my wallet is missing. A large hound dog? great dane? is walking off with it towards the door frame where the boy had been standing. The dog had been invisible until I realized that my wallet was missing. I stop the dog and get my wallet back. I recognize that the dog belongs to hotel management and file a complaint. This is the second time this has happened. When I return, the other group are hanging out at one end of my area.

I wake.