dream - Office, Sex
I'm at my office in Washington D.C., interacting with my co-workers (whom I actually have little to do with in waking life), except I don't actually seem to be there for work purposes. I walk past my cubicle, and at the other end of the hallway, past the receptionist's desk, where the exit usually is, it seems that hotel rooms are being rented out. The rooms are rented out during the day, possibly by the hour, presumably for fornication among people in the building. I'm compelled to go into one of the rooms, and get undressed from the waist down. I'm not even dressed in appropriate business attire. Did I come in during my day off? Why does this feel so normal to me? Treating it partially like a work obligation, I find myself being fucked by some guy in the bedroom next to my cubicle. I start to become self-conscious that my co-workers can hear me, that they'll know that on my days "off" I still come in just to get slutty. I don't know if I'm paid for this or what, but I have the feeling that I've fucked so many people that it's just expected of me. I usually enjoy it. I start to enjoy it with the latest person, a guy who looks a lot like someone I knew in Atlanta. Then I start to become disgusted. I'm disgusted with this person, disgusted with myself, and disgusted with my office. I have no desire to fuck strangers anymore. I leave the bedroom, and am walking around the office in just a t-shirt. I keep trying to pull it down, trying to preserve whatever modesty and dignity I have left.
My mother meets me at the office, and it seems that no one but me even realizes that my bottom half is uncovered--a fact I'm still self-conscious of. An old family friend from PA comes in, Darlene (who, upon waking I remember is deceased), except she's younger and has even more gigantic '80s hair than I remember. She has red lipstick and is wearing a red suit. People keep asking me if I remember who she is, and when I convince them that I do remember, she changes, and I'm told that, no, she is actually a distant cousin (another Darlene), but a younger version.
My mother meets me at the office, and it seems that no one but me even realizes that my bottom half is uncovered--a fact I'm still self-conscious of. An old family friend from PA comes in, Darlene (who, upon waking I remember is deceased), except she's younger and has even more gigantic '80s hair than I remember. She has red lipstick and is wearing a red suit. People keep asking me if I remember who she is, and when I convince them that I do remember, she changes, and I'm told that, no, she is actually a distant cousin (another Darlene), but a younger version.