29, March 2022
Donna and I had checked into the room at the old victorian house that was a hotel. We picked this place because it was close to the station where we had arrived. The clerk told us to check out the view from the top, so we walked up the stairs up the back of the house. They were a bit rickety. Donna tried to fix something, but it pulled a piece of the decorative wood off. I stepped partially through one step and then the next, so we started back down arriving in a small room. There were green seedless grapes on one cabinet. I said, “It seems we are in someone else’s room. Maybe we should head back down.” But, Donna had already started down and when I saw her next she was being escorted somewhere with two other men.
Another man was at the bottom of the steps. He said, “Come on, I’ll take you there.” We walked and talked about the house built in the late 1700s and survived the Civil War. We came to a stream that we needed to cross. It was more water-filled mud holes than a running stream. I slid, standing up, down the embankment and in one motion, jumped almost to the other side, stepping in the mud. My hiking boots were really muddy from that. We walked to the building, a small event hall, where I saw another puddle of water that was fairly clear. I cleaned the mud off my boots, and as I stepped toward the door, the man I was walking with said, “Are you feeling a little strange yet?”
I was feeling strange, and I wasn’t sure if it was nefarious or not, “You dosed us, didn’t you? I would like to see my wife.”
He didn’t respond, and we entered the building. There were several people inside walking about or standing in small groups, chatting quietly.
A band lightly played psychedelic music with a man in a deep voice waxing poetically about “the wonders of the mind.”
I woke up