The Soul Bank by Adam Eccles

Author:Adam Eccles [Eccles, Adam]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2021-03-25T22:00:00+00:00

Ron goes back to his diatribe on ancient history that no one gives a shit about, and I tune out. Dave is scrolling around on his phone, pretending he’s doing work emails, but I’d bet he’s busy setting up his evening shag.

I noticed the brass nameplate on the door of the bar as I came in this time. Lodestone Bar, just like in my dream. There’s no doubt now. My subconscious noted this place, and for some reason kept it recorded for future dream locations. I mean, it’s a nice enough bar for a business hotel, but there’s nothing special about it. I don’t know why this place would stick in my head.

I was curious about the name, so I did some online searching for the word ‘Lodestone’. It’s a naturally magnetic rock, also known as Magnetite. An odd thing to call a bar. Maybe that’s why it stuck in my head?

I found an article that said the ancients used lodestone as a sort of compass, and that the earliest reference is from 600BC when a Greek philosopher named Thales of Miletus noted that iron was attracted to this stone. He therefore assumed that the stone had a soul. Bit of a stretch, but fair enough, I suppose.

It’s always a Greek philosopher, isn’t it? Never a Greek barmaid or Greek kebab maker. What are these philosophers doing roaming around picking up rocks for, anyway? Maybe there wasn’t much call for philosophy that week, and he was branching out… Regardless, dreams are weird. I don’t care what anyone says; I don’t think they will ever make any sense or can be explained. It’s just a random dump of memories made into a crazy story. The Lodestone Bar could as well have been the Guildford Wetherspoons for all my brain knew.

Still, I’m on the lookout for any female staff, especially if their name badge says ‘Chloe’ on it. Even if she is just a distorted memory, Chloe is a rather sexy one, and I’d love to meet whoever sparked these dreams in real life. Dunno what I’d say, if I bumped into her… ‘Oh, hi. Are you Chloe? I’ve been having erotic dreams about you, fancy a drink?’ That’s the sort of opener that would get me arrested rather than laid.

Receptionists and bar staff so far do not match my memories. I’ll keep looking.

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