grays provocation

I open my eyes and find myself in a hostel room with familiar faces.  Everything is black and white.  We are all unpacking and walking into a unisex bath facility.  There’s a sense of underworld and criminality in everyone.  But, this seems to be their escape.  A resort of such.  It is pricey to stay here, but somehow I got “tickets” from someone I just met.  It was like a “pay it forward” gift.

I walk down the imperial stairway right passed the dining area to see couples and parties relaxed and seated along a hillside drinking refreshments and looking down towards the towne center which is a great fountainesque gathering place.  I walk back up to my large round table indoors to find deserts and delicatessens prepared and waiting.  I am in a semi sober state and glide around to see what others are doing.  I hear a female’s voice as she is instructing the staff.  “That will do, This needs more”

I find myself sitting back at my table as she appears beside me.  She is older.  Medium length hair pulled back.

I walk back up the carpeted stairway and at its peak there is a peeping hole.  I poke it to find that it is her room.  She appears and guides me to sitting area.  Without words she lets me know she has a jaded past.  She has overcome many sacrifice and obstacles.

I turn to her and ask.  “Where am I?”

She smiles and replies.  “My place”

I am in Turkey.