a group of adults, myself included, were travelling to Barstow, or Las Vegas. we had stopped at a samll town on the way and were holed up for the night at a cheapish hotel. we had more then one room. the rooms themselves were more suite-like, because they had kitchens that weren't quite separate from the "bedroom".

we were partying and I remember a bunch of us ended up running around naked. I can't remember if I was or not, I think so. I remember that I was in the bathroom and turned too quickly and slipped and came down, hard, on my face. an older (40's-ish) lady who was with us said something about it being OK to run around naked because even though there were cameras in the rooms, the owner didn't call the cops even when someone murdered a child in the rooms some time ago.

this lady was in one of the other rooms we had. sometime later we ended up in her room doing something in the kitchen - food I suppose - and I noticed the camera. wasn't sure how I missed it in the previous room, it was a normal security camera dealy.

a group was gathered around a daybed in the back of the suite. I went back there too (noticing that there were cameras positioned to cover the whole place; I thought it was for porn) and saw with a shock that there was a small Mexican boy there. he was dead. I realized that she was referring to her own murder of a child when she said the owner wouldn't call the cops.

she came back to where we were and picked up the body, and carried him to the bedroom where the real bed was. it was a canopy bed. with a growing sense of horror I realized she had 2, maybe 3 other bodies of children there. she laid the kid in her arms out with the others. they were lined up sort of vertically (in line instead of parallel to each other). they were all pretty dirty. there was a sort of psycho-like obsessive/compulsiveness about how she did it all. actually her hair was a lot like Vera Miles' in Psycho, kind of an anachonism in the dream.

time passed (whoosh) and it was near dawn and we were outside intending to leave and put ourselves away from this occurence. the outside resembled Fairfield. turns out Matt and Andi were travelling with us too. Matt became the practical-take-charge-and-direct kind of guy becuase he was tired of waiting. we had two cars; one of them was my pickup. a big American pickup, but it had my license plates on it. Matt pointed out who should ride in which vehicle, with the kids laid out in the pickup bed. the kids remained lined up like they were in the bedroom. I am not certain what his plan was but he had one. the folks who had been more into this whole murder thing went in the other car. unfortunately that included Andi. those that weren't went into the pickup, which he drove. he managed to do this without anyone really aware of his criteria for separation.

we took off. I was riding in the back. as we drove I didn't really feel any wind. the vehicles separated somewhat as they do when travelling on a long trip where everyone is clear on the destination. we got off the freeway to make some sort of travel stop. suddenly, or so it seemed to me, one of the kids sat up! it was a little girl with longish straight light coloured hair. she was in a bad state, but she was alive! she was disoriented and unaware of the bodies. 'are we in Europe?' she asked haltingly. 'no, honey, I said, we aren't.' this seemed to make her very worried so I said, 'you're safe now; it will not seem that way at first, but you are.' this reassured her.

Matt wanted to get her away from the bodies, cleaned up, and returned to whomever was missing her; in that order. the rest of us agreed. even on noticing the bodies the little girl was pretty quiet, which made me think she had been messed with mentally. she seemed terribly afraid of the lady. she might have been European.

we started driving again but we were in another town. I think there was a section that was like a community college campus and Matt took the pickup over there. we were driving on a stretch of road that reminded me of the road where we used to line up for morning prog at southern faire. then some plain clothes cop noticed the pickup and the plates and realized that we were the ones from the hotel. I guess the owner had gotten around to watching what the cameras had to show, and reported it.

they brought us in and put us in separate rooms for questioning. in my dream I followed Matt's progress instead of my own. even though we had not done any of this of course there we were with the bodies which we did not report so we were all in heaps of major criminal trouble. during interrogation, Matt explained what he had been trying to acheive and I guess because they -had- the tapes they believed him, although it took a while. but now they just had to get that lady before she did it again.

Matt ended up sitting in the center of this sort of glass-enclosed bare room that had a mike like a studio. he gave a little speech on the radio effectively imploring the folks in the other car to turn themselves in.

I can't remember anything beyond that, I woke up shortly thereafter to the alarm. yay the puppy was cuddled up next to my head... what a horrifying dream.