The Stepford Resort & Spa

I forgot to write down what I remembered yesterday so here’s today’s memory of my mental recall notes from yesterday.

Dreams 07.23.17
I was in a tour group of people, led by one or a couple of guides. It seemed like we were in a welcome party at a fancy resort. The timeline of the dream, I was younger, with my second ever bf, who wasn’t there with me but I will explain.

This resort seemed to have everything. Our group boarded some hovercraft or cable car looking thing which traveled over the resort complex. Below, I could see many large swimming pools, manicured gardens, vast shopping and walking malls. In short it was beautiful and high tech – futuristic. I barely paid attention to the content of the tour itself because I was so impressed by the sights and sounds, completely engrossed and fascinated. I tried to text my bf many times to share pictures or express how cool this place was because I was supposed to be meeting him here somewhere. I either wasn’t getting reception or he was not responding.
I must’ve looked worried because one of the guides tried to reassure me by saying something like, “We’ll be there soon.” I asked if there was no to low reception. Then it got weird because they seemed to dodge my question multiple times.
The tour continued through to the spa area. The guides boasted of their state of the art facilities that can transform us within this one week to our “true selves”, our “best selves”. I thought, that’s a bit weird. That’s when I noticed that all the tourists in my group were women of various ages.

Then in the timeline of my mind, I was with my ex-husband but still on this tour. I tried to take pictures of the spa entrance which I just thought looked cool and futuristic, about to text my ex-husband to see where he was (he was not supposed to meet me) and maybe share on social media. One of the guides smiled and took my hand, and swiftly took my phone. Before I could protest, she smiled ever so politely that photography is not permitted on this portion of the tour.

Suddenly it dawned on me what this whole tour, the spa and this whole trip, was all about. I had been shipped off to this place to be “remade”. It was some sort of Stepford wife deal! All these women, me – were sent here to be transformed from something imperfect and unwanted to perfect and desired.

I remember being horrified that this was happening then woke up shortly after. I tried to re-enter the dream but could not. However, I did manage to remember this much of the dream.