me and my friends were in a hotel lobby/waiting room.All of the rooms there had an orange, stucco glow to them that reminded me of a Spanish church. my friend was trying to take my picture, camera right in my face. the flash went off, blinding me, everything went white. I fumbled down the hallway past the front desk, hitting the walls, hands over my eyes, fell to the floor. a friend yelled for help back in the waiting room/lobby, just as my vision was slowly returning. I yelled back, “No, it’s fine, I’m alright.” and as I looked back, the entire setting had changed.
The hallway was now endless, still orange, and the doorways had widened tremendously. The corners of them were rounded off, and the tops were lowered. Mexican priests lit candles in every room; the floors were filled. There was almost no space to walk. They were all sizes: large pillars and small tea candles, only enhancing the orange aura in the building. suddenly, a small Mexican boy ran past me, into the candles. I quickly hopped after him through the fire shouting “Stop, not so fast, you’ll burn yourself!!” I was so worried.
After the candles and the boy were gone, I found myself in a room colored and painted just like Arizona tea bottles. It was a light blue with pink blossomed trees all around. There were maybe two dozen Asian women dancing around the room with fans. Their outfits were the same colors as the walls, and their fans were painted as branches of the trees. One by one, they opened their fans and backed up against the wall and disappeared. As I passed through, on my way to the dark, cave-like exit, I noticed a family standing on the sidelines. The mother was wearing a huge fur coat and was rail thin with a very stretched out mouth, far from the rest of her face; she said they were from Africa. Her husband was unnoticeable, and the son, who looked nothing like either of them (but still strange), was very pale with blond hair. The woman was going on and on about wanting to buy a painting of the walls, gesturing with her thin arm, and then looked at me and mentioned something about having the tongue of a peacock, and that being a good thing. Confused and disgusted, I turned and walked into darkness.