Callin' In Sick

MORNING OF JUNE 4, 2008

I was at some sort of dinner party in a hotel. We ("we" being all of the guests, including myself and whoever I was with) were all seated among several circular tables all elaborately prepared with nice food. There was a stage in the front of the room, and a man with a mustache was sort of emceeing the event.

The mustachioed gent introduced a lady to the stage She looked to be about 40-ish, and was attractive with short, dark hair. She was only wearing a bodysuit made of mesh/"fishnet" style material and high heels. She and the man began some sort of performance--something along the lines of a magician and his "lovely assistant"--but I can't really remember the specifics of the act.

WARNING: The next paragraph is probably a little gross. Queasy readers should skip to the next paragraph after (or forget about the dream altogether if you prefer).

I went to the bathroom. As I was sitting there I was suddenly stricken with nausea that induced immediate vomiting. I threw up all over the floor as I sat there. It was really graphic. Bleah. Sorry.

I came out of the bathroom, feeling a little better now. I was approached by an official-looking old lady who informed me I had two new roommates. In the waking world I don't know what the roommates set up was supposed to be really, but I accepted it as understood in the dream. My best guess based on the memory is that people were being paired up for the hotel rooms they were staying in, since this took place in a hotel.

So I was introduced to my roommates: two young, attractive girls (thanks, Subconscious!). We talked as we walked down the hall to our room. They seemed personable enough.

Once in the hotel room I decided to call in sick to work, #1, because after throwing up I didn't really feel like being there all day in case it happened again, and #2, because if I felt better...I had just been assigned two attractive young roommates! When I called in, I realized I was already an hour late for work and they probably were wondering where in the world I was to begin with!

Then I have a vague memory of my two roommates each lying on their respective beds, studying (the room had three single beds). I took out some paper and started to draw. (This is the best you could do, Subconscious? You started this out with so much promise!)