Lost in my dreams

Perhaps it was because I didn't watch Lost last night.

Or the fact that I still have to wait two weeks for the new episode when someone dies.

But last night, the cast of Lost showed up in my dreams.

I thought upon first reflection that I had been a part of the show on the island. But that isn't true. We were in a bungalow-ish hotel, only we were secretly all sharing one room. We couldn't leave, we had no contact with the outside world, and no one was to know we were there. There was a cupboard, with a key that only Jack had, through which we got our daily food rations. So I guess the producers and a food lady knew about us. But that was it.

In the particular scene of which I was a part, I was friends with Jack, Lock, Kate, and some other people who probably aren't actually on the show, but they were in my dream. The producers of the show were trying to introduce new characters by throwing random people from the street or from auditions into the room with us. It was a small one room bungalow. And the people who were thrown in, didn't even last the night. They were removed the next morning - despite our efforts to encourage them to stay. When the newbies left, we were distraught because some of the actual hotel guests from the outside had seen us, all piled on top of one another in this small room. And one man had this knowing look; we could tell he despised us.

It was so strange, but so vivid. One of the ladies had peeling maroon finger-nail polish. That's how detailed it was.