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Journals: Book 1, Entry 11 “Motel California” "The unseen mistress drives her slave mad / In a mansion of many rooms, where waves ripple within" Corporate executive Elroy Dunn had the psychological community baffled. Old goat never had so much as a headache. That is, until he was found locked in a permanent hallucination, ruled by a dominatrix he called Lady Lumina. Eddie thought this quatrain fit Elroy like a glove. I headed to the Havenwood Inn, the closest thing to a “mansion of many rooms” near where Elroy was found. Was he the unwitting guest of an alien experiment that produced his delusions? I looked for answers after I checked in… I met two other guests staying at the inn – Richard, a stockbroker on a hunting trip, and Mary, a salesperson travelling through the area who had stopped for the night. I checked the register and saw that Elroy Dunn had indeed stayed at the inn as well. I requested the same room and searched it. Found a porn mag with the featured femme of the month, Lady Lumina. Guess Dunn got lonely on the road… Called Eddie to get his spin on things. The pieces of Dunn’s demise were taking shape. Eddie explained that Elroy’s condition was a rare form of dementia with a central delusion. The quatrain referred to “waves.” I suspected that an outside force might be the cause of Elroy’s madness. Eddie agreed, suggesting that psychotropic drugs might be at the root of it. It was anyone’s guess. But if it happened here at the inn, it could happen to any of the guests staying here as well, including me… On my way back to the room, I spotted a maid disappearing into a closet. Followed her in and discovered a false wall. There was more to this “mansion of many rooms” – the secret passage opened up to a long metallic tunnel which led to a lab. It was safe to say that the aliens were behind this… Found Richard the hunter strapped to a table, seemingly lost in some kind of hallucination. I freed him and we proceeded to get the hell outta Dodge. Except that Stacy, the hotel desk clerk, blocked our way. She wielded a large knife with alien expertise and attacked. She slashed my stomach, dropped me to the floor, and was about to carve me up like Sunday’s supper when the police arrived. Can’t say I’ve ever been so happy to see the cops. I had done it – had an alien in custody and cops who were willing to hear my story out. I had won. Went back to my room to grab my things when someone knocked at my door. It was Stacy – the alien – no cops in sight, the slash on my stomach gone. Eddie said we never spoke. Nothing had happened. Yours truly had just taken a walk on the wild side – a major hallucination where I got evidence to bring the aliens down. The aliens were waging the battle right in our minds, exploiting what we desired most. I wanted to win, and they let me. How were they doing it? How easily could the aliens use this against all of humanity? Giving us peace and happiness 24-7, while the aliens cut us off at the knees? It was going to stop that night. I planned to turn my fantasy of victory over the aliens into a permanent reality. “Motel California” Writer: J. Gennis & P. Murphy Director: Gilbert Shilton Executive Producers: Francis Ford Coppola, Larry Sugar Created by: Chris Brancato Guest Stars: Ingrid Torrance as Mary, Kirsten Robek as Stacy, Peter Hanlon as Elroy Dunn. |
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