Back home, I quickly settled into obscene snacking - chips, ice cream, whatever I could stuff into my face - then drifted off to sleep. The dream took place in the sexclub, and while I don't remember the particulars of the actual sex, I remember being quite satisfied. The most vivid part of my memory was as we were "finishing up" ("yeah, boy, on my face, c'mon - all over my beard, that's it!"), these two women walked into the room, fully clothed, marching past various men in various sexacts, loudly talking. "I think we'd have to knock down this wall, and perhaps see if we can re-route the plumbing through here...." one of them was saying as she stepped over two guys 69-ing on the floor. They were completely oblivious to their surroundings, very business-like, and suddenly I realized they were buying the building and the sexclub would soon be gone!
No, I didn't wake up in a sweat or anything, but I found it funny that I've having evil-real-estate-agent dreams in the middle of a rare sex dream. The funny thing is, after the two women left the room, and their voices drifted away, me and whoever-I-had-sex-with stayed put, on a sticky vinyl couch, and just gently stroked each other's bodies as we both drifted off to sleep in each other's arms.
