Dream, 27th March, JH

I was staying in this hotel with my husband, and there was a dining room and the head waiter was
confused by this woman who as a very bossy waitress, who took a dislike to me. I had my own
cubby hole in the restaurant and I went to use it and there were all sorts of bits and bobs in there,
but nothing of any importance. I then left and went to the cloakroom and when I came back,my
cubby hole was completely emptied and I saw this waitress looking at me strangely. I went
searching everywhere but couldn’t find a manager or anyone to report it to. Eventually, after a lot
of searching around corridors, I found someone and tried to explain that although there was
nothing of value in my cubby hole, there were things that belonged to me and now it was empty
and scrupulously clean. And no-one would take any notice of me. I went upstairs to my room and
came back down, and into a lounge with elderly ladies, one of which was my aunt. She turned to
me and said ‘Where have you been for the holidays` and I tried to think, I said ‘We’ve been to
France – to a beautiful hotel. But I can’t remember the name. And a hotel in England. But I can’t
remember the name. I must be getting dementia.’

And then the scene shifted and there were these three soldier cadets, in the hotel, very much
under the control of the Sergeant Major. From my room, I could see from the window that the
Sergeant Major drilling them, but he wasn’t so much drilling them but orchestrating a dance and
they were singing very gently – almost a lullaby. And I thought this is so beautiful, they’re so
moving – these sodliers who are in such an ugly war. I must go down the stairs and watch them,
but as I did the sargent major turned out to be the restaurant manger, who had been berated, like
me by the very bossy woman. I said ‘your men are doing such a moving piece of performance’
and he said ‘I’m so pleased that you appreciate it’ and his face went very, very red and he came
towards me and grabbed me and held me into a terrible tight seize, fortunately the three cadets
stopped performing their military movements and rushed over and he let go of me and I rushed
out of the room back into the room with the strange ladies, who were all sitting having afternoon
tea and chatting and I said ’I’ve been attacked. I need to tell you’ but no-one wanted to listen to
me and I said ‘You must believe me. I know it seems very dramatic that this is the second incident
that has happened to me in this hotel but it has been witnessed by the cadets. Please believe
me.’ I was very emotional.

And at that point, I woke up with a sense of foreboding.