I dreamed I was in a luxury high rise, a guest of some friends. Javier, from the Remnant Church was one of them, although I didn't see him right away. I was busy trying to secure my room in the retro space age tower, and I was having a bit of a time of it. I'd ducked out of my room for a quick shower in the communal bathroom facilities for that floor, and when I got out, my clothes had disappeared from the wooden bench where I'd left them. 

This high end hotel had walls of the smoothest polished wood, and the doors were practically invisible, only hinted at by the occasional seam in the perfect finish. I had no idea how to even open a Door, should I actually find one. So, I was locked out of my room, which was somewhere down this long hallway of imperceptibly subtle doors, none of which had any numbers, and of course--I was naked.

Using a damp washcloth as a loincloth, I went around banging on the walls, hoping to find someone who could rectify the situation of my missing clothing and direct me to my room. It's hard to make indignant demands when clothed in such a manner, so after one failed attempt, where I both amused and shocked the couple whose door I knocked upon, I gave up trying to enlist any help and went about trying to find my room on my own.

Banging on the walls proved fruitful enough, as the walls would automatically slide apart allowing access to the individual rooms. I eventually found my room in this manner, although, unfortunately, it was already occupied. I chased out the occupant, who seemed genuinely convinced that it was his room, but was startled enough to be confronted by an angry savage dressed in such skimpy bathroom attire that he simply fled from my tirade with no questions.

The room was spare, and if there were any amenities such as a bed or perhaps a dresser with my clothes in it, they were concealed behind the smooth finished wooden walls in the same manner as the door had been. Banging on the walls produced no results, however, and I soon found myself back in the hallway, looking for way out of this inhospitable place.

Down the hall, I saw the man who I had just evicted entering an elevator, and I ran to try to catch it before the doors slid shut. No luck. The Doors Closed just as I got there, and I got one final glimpse of the terrified man just before the walls closed up, leaving no trace of man or elevator. Just then, the walls in front of me parted, and another elevator appeared, adjacent to to the one that had just departed. Great, I thought, I'm finally going to get out of here.

I got inside, and the doors closed behind me. It was then that I knew something was terribly wrong. As soon as the doors closed, I was in pitch blackness. I felt around on the wall for the standard buttons, but they felt dead under my fingers. I could, however, feel a faint sensation of movement, although I couldn't tell if I was going up or down. 

"God fucking dammit!" I screamed, frustrated more than scared, but only by a slight margin.

As the blackness and the ambiguous sensation of movement continued, I felt around on the panel for the emergency alarm switch. I could somehow visualize a small silver switch with writing on it that said "Emergency use only." This seemed like emergency enough, so I pulled it, and instantly the doors opened. It looked as if I was back on my original floor, although there were no identifying markers, so it was impossible to be sure. 

It was at this point that I encountered Javier from Bible Study. He was also trapped in this luxury high rise labyrinth. He was similarly frustrated and alternately cursing and banging walls, as I had done. He had with him a small pouch with some drug paraphernalia in it: a syringe, a lighter and a spoon. 

In anger, he threw the kit toward the ceiling, and it landed in a small space between the wall and the ceiling, a dead space which did nothing but collect dust and similar refuse of this kind, thrown up there by other trapped souls over the years.

As soon as he tossed his rig, he regretted it, and he tried in vain to scramble up the smooth surface of the wooden walls to retrieve it. Somehow, I perceived that abandoning this attachment was the key to his way out of this place, but it was the one thing that he was unable to do. He gnashed his teeth and continued struggling, and I left him there to pursue my own exit strategy.

Down the hallway, I saw a faint glimmer, which I at first took to be the reflection from someone's glasses, coming toward me from a distance. As it got closer, I realized that it was not another human that was approaching, but a tennis ball sized chrome sphere, gliding along at eye level. It was, in fact, the ball from Phantasm, complete with barbed prongs and a retractable drill, designed for the purpose of latching onto--and pumping out the contents of-- a human skull.

I quickly ducked down, and it whizzed by me. I knew I had but a few seconds before it would sense me and reverse course. I ran down the seemingly endless hallway, looking for a corner around which I might duck temporarily to postpone my fate, even if only for a few seconds. I didn't look back for fear of seeing this thing which was surely bearing down on my by now. 

Just a few feet ahead of me was a corner with a stairwell. It was behind a set of double doors, conventional doors with panes of wire meshed security glass, and I knew that if I could get behind them, I would be safe. I never reached the doors, though, and I woke up and state of panic, sweating profusely.