Dream Fragment: Rock Star Hotel Party

Dream Fragment: Rock Star Hotel Party

I’m driving toward a large hotel. I heard rumors that a very wealthy rock star has opened up the entire hotel for a party. I’m certain that I will be turned away, but I walk to the hotel entrance anyway. Someone who I don’t quite recognize appears at my side.

There is no one at the front door and we enter without any problem. As we walk down the main hallway, I glance through the open door of an elegantly furnished apartment. A group of jet setters in evening clothes are seated around the room. “We don’t dare burst in there,” I tell the guy whom I now recognize as my friend, Alex.

“Oh, I think we could mix with ‘em pretty well,” Alex tells me.

Continuing down the hall we pass numerous rooms that contain partying guests. The people seem to grow more common looking as we continue down the hall. At the last door, I see a large hotel kitchen. I feel that it is safe for us to enter here. A cook in a white uniform tells us to help ourselves to anything we want. Glancing to my left, I see that the doors to the adjoining rooms are open. “I can’t wait to see whose here. I think we’ll be mixing with some far out people,” Alex tells me as he grabs two cans of beer, throws one to me, and heads for the open door. I feel a rush of excitement like I’m an eighteen-year -old kid going to my first party.

“I’m gonna get something to eat, first,” I yell after Alex, and take a look at the huge white kitchen refrigerator wondering where I should start.

“Why don’t you try some lobster soup?” the cook asks handing me a can. I open the can and look around for something to heat it in. A live lobster lifts his claw through the open top. Ignoring the waving claw, I spot a dirty pan in the sink and figure I’ll have to wash it. I’ll never catch up with Alex, I tell myself wondering what to do.

I’m walking through the hotel grounds carrying my can of beer. The party is still going strong, and I see groups of partyers going in and out of large tents. As I look for any sight of Alex, a matronly uniformed security guard grabs me by the arm and asks to see my identification. It flashes through my head that she has mistaken me for someone else with the same last name.

She ushers me into a tent in a very rough manner. “I can prove that I’m not the Daley you’re looking for if you just let me get out my driver’s license,” I tell her.

“Yea, you little liar. Go ahead and prove it!” she yells at me.

People are staring at me and shaking their heads. I feel very embarrassed. I fumble through my wallet unable to find my license.

“I knew you were a liar, you no good punk!” the woman tells me just as I locate my license.

“Here you bitch. Here it is!” I tell her.

She lets go of my arm and hands back my card. “I still ought to lock you up,” she says with a sneer.

I grow furious. “You have no right to talk to me like that. Who is your immediate supervisor? Whose your immediate supervisor?” I shout at her.

“I don’t have to tell you,” she answers, and walks away.

I run after her calling, “What’s your badge number. Who is your supervisor?”

I am a tent that holds parked cars. I walk to the back of my long white sports car, and discover that it is scratched from top to bottom. How did that happen, I wonder. An African American walks up to a car that is identical to mine. I see that it has the exact same scratches as mine.

The heck wid it, I tell myself and head back for the party.

On the way to the hotel the ‘I’ that I take as myself, Jack, is certain that he will be turned away from the rock star’s party. As he walk into the hotel with his friend, Alex he feels that he wouldn’t fit in with the jet setters. He feels that he would fit in better with the more common people that he sees up the hall. He feels safer in the kitchen than out with the guests.

It is easy to see that Jack is in his emotional center and is feeling very inferior to everyone else in the hotel. He doubts his right to even be there. However, after he catches the beer he feels just like a young kid. So there are at least two different emotional ‘I’s working from his emotional center.

Alex, in part, is an ‘I’ that comes from the thinking center. He thinks that he could fit right in with the high rollers. He thinks that there we be some far out people in the hotel. He also represents a more confident and adventurous ‘I.’ He takes off to explore while Jack hangs back in the kitchen. (Are the thinking center ‘I’ s in Jack’s unconscious more confident than the emotional center ‘I’s?)

When Alex leaves, Jack is functioning almost entirely from his emotional center and a very weak moving sensation center. He barely notices the lobster claw and does not react to it.

As he strolls the grounds, Jack is still holding the can of beer. Is that to help build his confidence? The uniformed guard, a matronly looking figure must represent the mother image in the dreamer. He is not the Daley that she is looking for. Is it the self- love that is reacting very emotionally to the false accusations of the mother aspect?

Once he proves his true identity, he wants to report the guard to her superiors. He wants her punished for making false accusations. Is it that he still feels inferior, and wishes to punish the mother image for planting false feelings of inferiority in his unconscious?

In another tent, Jack finds that his big white sport’s car has been damaged. The same thing happened to an African American’s identical car. Is this image telling the dreamer that he is feeling the same inferiority because of his childhood poverty that the African American feels because of his?

This dream is telling me that many of the inferior ‘I’s that I carried in my unconscious when I dreamed the dream in 1985 were formed when I was young and living in a poor neighborhood in North Philadelphia. The dream is advising me to die to those ‘I’ s in order to cleanse my emotional center.