cimorene

i don't think i've had a dream this odd for some time. for starters i was blond, and i was working at a hotel. the hotel's front door was in an underground, like, you know, a subway place, and opened right onto the walkway where you get off of the trains, and it was part of a whole ROW of underground hotels. it was some really big city because it was very very crowded. and i was, once again, a member of a threesome with an asian girl who had the same job as me, but at the hotel just next door. there was a boy too, but he didn't work nearby. so a policeman comes around to check the hotel lobbies and close them for the night (and who the fuck has heard of a hotel closing overnight?), and i was being reasonably friendly to him, and excused myself for a moment to go talk to cute asian girlfriend. there was an odd sexual tension thing going on because there were other employees there and there was some kind of problem with the third member of the threesome and we couldn't talk about it. hm. so anyway, she asked me some random question about the policeman which made me suddenly realize that he was an evil stalker. so i looked out the window of her hotel back at mine and all of a sudden he was all sinister. so then it was our ambition to escape without being killed. asian gf came with me back to my hotel, leaving her desk with the bellboy, and we chatted in a non-threatening manner with the policeman so as not to let him know that we knew. i remember asking him didn't he hate park rangers' uniforms because they were brown and black together (yick!), and then flattering him that the blue and black of "classic" police uniforms were much better. ok, maybe the subway was above ground, somehow, because he insisted on walking us home, and the way to walk was about a block back past asian gf's hotel, and suddenly with no stairs you're out of the underground at the bottom of a steep embankment leading up to the road, and on your left are a ton of little beach cabins. and, of course, a beach. our cabin had a canoe pulled up behind it. we spent a lot of time standing outside of it because we couldn't invite the policeman in, because we knew that he was a serial killer. then home came our boyfriend, and we had to take turns whispering to him to bring him up-to-date on what was happening, and he had the perfect solution: he just told the policeman politely that his parents were coming to visit and the guy left, without murder,just like that. we were going to have celebratory sex, but then it turned out his parents really were coming so we confined ourselves to kisses. (my subconscious copping out, as it has no idea what celebratory threesome sex woudl look like.)

so. is it strange, or is it strange? i'm not even going to tell you about when the parents arrived.