My God. This morning's was a doozy. I mean, it was like, a movie. OK. So some 20-20/Dateline/60 Minutes show is doing an expose on this slutty bitch. I mean, she's divorcing her husband or he's divorcing her or something because she cheats all the time. But she's also very...after the establishing clips of the husband and the wife, we get, like, this swinger's club owner, talking about how she was mean to the DJ or the band or whatever and we see some morbidly obese guy working up the courage to ask someone to dance and he's saying how she'd just burn him for even asking.
It isn't clear why I'm being interviewed, but they've put us all up in a motel for the segment and I'm supposed to be sharing a room with the slut bitch. And she's not gorgeous, but she's OK looking for sex that I'm not going to have to work for from someone I'll never see again. Only it's a dream! So of course I look away for a second and I'm actually supposed to room with one of the other guys for the interview. We've got Room #1 (or maybe 2) in the motel. And it isn't a modern key, it's a metal key with the big plastic keychain with the hotel's name and address embossed onto it, like they had in the '70s.
We're lugging our luggage around the building, making minimal small talk and trying to find the room. Turns out the door is behind one of the booths in the restaurant. And the waiter tells us it would be polite to just wait until they've finished eating before we go in. We come back later and I go in first. The door isn't full-sized, so you have to crawl to get in. Then the room is fairly large (for being behind a booth in a motel restaurant) but devoid of furniture. The entire floor is one giant mattress with, like, a faux sheepskin top. The rest of the room is white too and dimly lit. I try not to notice the various stains and matting to the surface given the room's apparent intended use.
The other guy and I are getting ready for a fairly unpleasant and disappointing night when I notice a big bank of security cameras and lights. Only they're all pointed in the same direction. Meanwhile, the guy has spotted a bug that has a blinking red light on it. I have a look at it and tell him it's just one of those motion sensors that controls lights in a room. Of course now the room has changed and it's more like a loft to a chalet/ski lodge lobby and there's this huge meet-and-greet going on down below. This looks interesting, given that I'm starting to think the motel is some kind of sex club, and there's an interesting Asian girl amid the crowd. At any rate it beats laying around in a darkened bed-room with some dude. Of course before I can get down there, they all come up where we are for the orgy and the organizer explains that they need to use ourroom, so we are going to have to find a place to hang out for a bit. I'm about to leave as I spot the Asian girl again and ask if I can just stay.
Next thing I know, I wake up outdoors at dawn, laying on a pile of rubble. Various other attendees are also there in various stages of undress. I think my dream had an explanation for this, but at any rate, it's time to move on.
Meanwhile, inside a tent behind a chainlink fence, they start releasing various freaks and trolls that (retroactively) were also at the party. (I think this was because the place we woke up had a kind of Shadowrun vibe to it.) As we all set about going our ways, they're having a laugh at our state--because they're all fully dressed. Then this one freak girl who looks like the kind of girl who dresses up as Harley Quinn (again, not hot, but doable as low-hanging fruit) jams her hand down my sweatpants and starts playing with my dick. ...
...and that's where I lose the dream. I think there was a little more, but by then I was starting to wake up so I was just trying to hold onto it to see where it went.