Today I have to share with you one of my strangest dreams, I like to call : DREAMING LAS VEGAS but before I do, I’ve just heard Don Rickles has passed away at age 90. Last year I wrote a small article about him HERE.
One thing for sure, in this dream of mine, I’m certainly considered a Vegas Lover, to be dreaming such a bizarre storyline. It’s a crazy dream, to be sure. It also means I need to make another visit to Las Vegas.
So here goes my dream : DREAMING LAS VEGAS
For some strange reason, in my dream, I’m “All By Myself” … as my mind picks up the original song by Eric Carmen
When I was young
I never needed anyone
And makin’ love was just for fun
Those days are gone
I think of all the friends I’ve known
But when I dial the telephone
All by myself
Don’t want to be, all by myself anymore
All by myself
Don’t want to live, all by myself anymore
Hard to be sure
Some times I feel so insecure
And love so distant and obscure
Remains the cure
(Celine Dion has sung this song many times and one of the times, was during her Las Vegas performance in 2016 after the passing of her husband. An emotionally time for dear Celine.)
Here’s the video
I’m in a long luxurious black limo. The interior is lavishly decorated with all the bells and whistles you can think of. And get this, it even has a hot tub – go figure! I warned you it was a crazy dream 🙄.
Arriving, my personal female driver kindly opens the door. Right away, as my hand touches hers, I noticing her long graceful soft hands with fashionable fingernails. Her nails were presented with a series of tasteful sparkles and a nice shade of dark pink. I remember the scent of her perfume instantly ; could tell right away it was an expensive Christian No. 1*.
The reason is, my mom use to wear this kind of perfume on special occasions.
Moving on :
Getting out of the limo I noticed for the first time how beautiful my chauffeur was. Her stunning green eyes sparkled a glimmering colour of emerald, through the light of the morning desert sun. Underneath the chauffeur style hat, her long brunette hair was tasteful tied into a ponytail. Her smile was so captivating and innocent, it was if she caught me her web.
I was in love.
“Mr Watts? Sir?” questioned Chris, ” Is everything alright?”
Snapping out of it, I smiled and said,” No…I mean yes …I mean …Thank you Chris.” It then dawned on me, my first girlfriend’s name was Christine ( Chris for short ) ; maybe that’s why I was so captivated?
Chris asked,” Will there be anything else Mr Watts?”
In my dream, I thought, “That’s strange, she keeps calling me by the name of Watts. My last name isn’t Watts,” I shrugged my shoulders and decided it really didn’t matter. I handed her a $20 tip and said,” No. Thank you. Now remember to pick me up in five days. ”
She nodded and said,” Of course Sir, after all, I’m your personal chauffeur.”
I thought for second, ” This is crazy, I can’t afford a personal driver?What does she mean? I’m not a rich movie star with my own personal entourage? ” Oh well…decided to go with it, shrugging my shoulders.
Looking up at the lavish Vegas Resort, it features an architectural skyscraper with brilliant greyish-blue glass panels, as far as the eye can see. For some strange reason I have no idea the name of this 5 Star Resort, only that it was the best-of-the-best in Las Vegas. You know, the one celebrities and rich tycoons find favourable because of the luxurious service and expensive taste.
Heading into this upscale Vegas Resort, I was quickly greeted at the door by the GM of the Hotel. I thought, ” Whoa! Talk about service!” He reached out to shake my hand and said,” It a pleasure to see you again Mr Watts. I will personally take you to your room.”
Again I thought,” My name isn’t Watts?! ” But whatever, I just go with it.
We head over to the personal VIP elevator with only one button to press, featuring the Presidential Suite.
I’m thinking,” This is crazy, I can’t afford this?!”
Reaching top floor, the golden doors of the elevator opened with a soft swish (just like the doors on Star Trek – go figure!) The GM showcases the lavish Egyptian-themed room featuring everything you can imagine, fit for any Pharaoh, Queen or King. Awestruck, I slowly walked towards the seven foot glass doors to the grand balcony overlooking the spectacular view of the Vegas Strip. The doors open automatically, peering over (looking way down), I could see the hustle and bustle of tourists, seemingly tiny as scurrying ants.
You know that feeling when you first arrive in Vegas ? That satisfied feeling of awe and excitement, ready to take on-the-town? That’s how I felt.
The GM said,” Your entourage will be here soon Mr Watts.”
I nodded. Walking back in, it was then I noticed someone was putting my cloths away in the drawers from my one and only suitcase, thinking,” Boy my suitcase holds a lot of stuff.” It seemed endless, like a bottomless pit !
Then, just like that my dream took on another side.
For some strange reason my room was filled with other people. I mean, like complete strangers. Like we were in a group of tourists, all doing the same tour. Some were busy emptying their luggage, as another would make a grand entrance by falling heavily on the bed next to mine. Beside my bed I noticed a stocked bar with my very own bartender.
An attractive women beside me said,” Oh Wow! Aren’t you lucky! Your bed is the most lavish of them all.”
The minute she said that I got that strange feeling I was indeed in the wrong room. This can’t be right? Not to embarrass myself, I quietly left the room. After all, I didn’t want these strangers to realize I was given a room I couldn’t possibly afford.
It was then, I was on a mission to find my rightful room.
Eventually I found the most strangest elevator, looking more of a circular laundry-shoot then an elevator. Trying to open this 18th century styled copper cylinder door, I quickly smelled something burning. You know, that electrical burning smell ? The door seemed stuck and it grind to a halt. Grabbing the door, I muscled my way in, fearing I’d miss my ride down. It’s then I realize there’s others in an adjacent elevator, beside me. As a matter of fact, it’s a series of cylinder elevators, on what seems like a roller coaster ride.
Yes. That’s it, exactly like a roller coaster ride!
I hear one of the guys talking to his friend,” What the hell?! Why is this guy holding up the ride?”
Below me I noticed the open grated floor, and underneath was this long endless track for a roller coaster. I was like,” Oh boy! What did I get myself into this time? I can’t stand rollercoaster rides!” Just like that I’m rushed down at supersonic speeds, heading into oblivion, like some Interstellar Spaceship. Suddenly I felt nauseated. Eyes wide open, I began to sweat with complete fear, as my fingers gripped the bars for dear life.
Suddenly it was all over.
I had reached the 8th Floor. Feeling light-headed my body staggered out of this peculiar elevator. Relieved to exit this time machine, my whole body felt like a ton-of-bricks. It’s like I just came back from a month aboard the ISS ( International Space Station), with me feeling like jello.
I couldn’t seem to lift myself, as gravity took over.
After some time of just laying there, in the middle of this Vegas Resort hallway, I finally managed to get up, edging myself against the wall (like a drunken sailer) trying to find my room.
There it is ! Room 80000090 – Go figure !
I felt my pockets and there it was, a pass key. Sliding it into the door, the mechanic noise you’re so familiar with, opened the door. Staggering into this dark room, the drapes opened automatically.
It was an upgraded Vegas room overlooking a beautiful courtyard featuring an oasis of inviting pools. On one end of the 1200 sq ft room there was a stocked open-bar nestled into the corner. To the west wall was a grand Samsung 110-inch Ultra HDTV TV. In front we’re four leather Theatre lounging chairs. Along the east wall sat a dining room table, with a fully stocked kitchenette.
Looking into the next room, it featured a huge King-sized bed with a pillow-top mattress, feather down comforter and Egyptian cotton linen. Just to my right, a marble-floor washroom showcased a glass enclosed shower, a modern deep bathtub, double sinks and a make-up side table.
I knew right then and there, I had reached the correct room.
Throwing myself onto the bed, I quickly crashed into a deep sleep. Opening my eyes I then realized it was all but a dream.
But, oh boy, did it ever seem real!
As a screenwriter, I just had to share this incredible dream of mine – I hope you enjoyed my crazy dream. It clear I’m a Vegas Lover, subconsciously thinking of my next trip to wonderful wonderland Las Vegas. This could possibly be made into a short film, I’m sure.
By Bari Demers
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ALSO – planning your trip to Las Vegas ? Then read my Vegas Reviews and tips
* Christian No. 1 : In case your wondering, Christian No. 1 perfume has the scent of bergamot, lime, mandarin nutmeg, cardamom and thyme. There’s also jasmine, rose, and lily of the valley, while the base smells of sandalwood, cedar wood, vanilla, and vetiver.
The cost is over $1000 per ounce ! Expensive