I was in what looked like a room in a very expensive hotel, with Marble walls and red carpets. I went into what looked like a food court, and I saw this girl Ayna, that I liked in 11th grade. (She was cute, but a real airhead. Said she was interested in joining the CIA
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After the guy was in the luggage, I put the luggage on my head, and the box turned into this semi-circular case with a flower pattern similar to a suitcase my Mom owns. I walked out into the hallway with the box on top of my head, and the Librarian following behind me. I could hear the guy's voice in my head, through the box, and I asked him where his room was. I don't remember the number, but he said it was on the 55th floor. I wanted to talk to the guy some more, but not with people watching me. I tried to find an elevator no one would take, but I couldn't find one. Next to a sign that said "to the 48th floor" there was an escalator type thing, but instead of metal, the steps were made out of the same red carpet as the floor. No one was headed towards it, so I got on the escalator, but it took such a wierd direction that I was soon laying on my stomach, with the ceiling not 2 feet above me. As I got towards the end, I heard the intro to the Village People's YMCA, and I wondered if the escalator led to a gay bar. That's when I woke up.
Anyone here know anything about dreams, or can help me make sense of this?
Makes me wish Joseph were here today.