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Lance and Donna

Resort

Posted on December 30, 2020January 6, 2022

3:20 am

After walking through a wooded tourist town with Meg and Donna
We came upon a Resort/museum

We went inside and took our shoes off as was expected

It was not well organized and there were little piles of shoes and coats and clothes stuffed in corners of the room and adjoining rooms.

There were options of bike or horse tours

The restroom was huge but no toilets but open showers

Pen and ink cartoon porn magazines in the restrooms were just laying around on 3 or 4 little tables.

Strange multi leveled restaurant just off the restroom with the dining booths on a ledge above a 50’s dinner in the lower level.

Someone I knew, a man with a mustache talking to someone else at a table was facing me. He waved at me and asked me to join. 

I smiled and waved back but declined to join them.

As I leaned out a window, I asked a horse rider, “Where is everyone going?

“Why, you know where!”
“No, where?”
“The Appalachian trail!”
More horse and riders pass and I think, that would be fun.

There was even a baby horse for a baby that was riding along.

I tried to find my shoes but they were lost after removing them at the entry

I looked for my shoes while Donna and Meg left to go shopping.

I searched through the mess of shoes and clothes. There were less than before.

I found one of each of the multiple pairs I had brought with us and put my mismatched pair on

A blue converse tennis shoe and a light brown hard sole. 

‘At least I didn’t bring my good shoes with me!’, I thought.
Still I continued to search ,under a cloth guitar case and another cloth case that might have held a banjo but I didn’t open them to see, I was looking for my shoes.

A kid with a guitar came in. He had been busking in the woods. He took his guitar out of the case and asked if I would like to play it.
I took it and said, “It only has four strings!” Strings 2 and 5 were missing.

He said, “I like it that way.” and he put it back in the case.

The entry and seemingly main room of the museum had many half functional pianos and organs on display

One piano, the keys were protruding up like ‘hillbilly teeth’

Someone played a bit on one of the least broken pianos

When he was finished I rushed over to play on it hoping to hear what my songs would sound like on it.

When I tried to play I was shushed by a monitor. A lady in her late 60’s looking like a typical 1950’s grandmother.

I continued looking for my shoes.

I asked the monitor lady about my lost shoes
She said “It looks like you have them on!”

“But they don’t match!” I said.

“At least you have shoes!” She said.

But, when I looked down, I suddenly had on a matching pair of soft, tan canvas shoes, but they were not mine.

I met another man I knew. He was German. Nice blue eyes, scruffy 5 o’clock shadow. We had a passing conversation, “Nice day.” etc.
I looked in some of the adjoining rooms for Donna.
The room featured unusual furniture, a big 30’s style dark blue floral sofa with multiple levels caught my eye.

I counted my toes and was surprised I had 7, no, now 9 on my right foot!

There were 7 on my left

I met up with Donna

I asked her to count my toes

“1, 2, 3 and 4…” (not two toes but a split toe about half way past the knuckle with two nails) “5, 6, 7 and 8” (again split ) “and 9!”

“You can’t fool me, they’re just like they’ve always been!” Donna says.

leg cramp woke me. It’s 5 o’clock 

I turn on the flashlight and look at my toes. Still only 5.

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