Astralglide

I was sitting in some sort of 50s/Johnny Rockets style restaurant when a short haired older woman walked up to me with two or three children. She kept commenting on how nice my hair was and getting to me take my eyes off my Macbook Pro screen. She succeeded briefly and one of her kids bumped into me and apologized. By this time the woman and her children were out the door and I could see my laptop under her arm. I began shouting for security and screaming “she stole my laptop!” I ran out into the parking lot after her. It was dark outside and looked as if it had just rained, there were even still some puddles on the ground. Security followed behind me after a few seconds and the woman dropped the laptop to avoid getting caught and ran away (her children had already inexplicably disappeared). I ran up to the pile of broken laptop and noticed the name “Tyrell” on the side name tag. Thinking I had just ruined my friend’s laptop, I panic. Upon looking at the laptop a second time however, the label reads “Christopher.”

This immediately made me realize I was dreaming. I wanted to go to a club to take sexual advantage of this dream. I suppose I haven't had enough LDs to get that urge out of my system yet haha. Once said club appeared next door I lost a great deal of clarity. My visual sense was blurry and I really could only hear clearly. This persisted until I met a beautiful young woman of unknown ethnicity (something like an armenian/italian/something else mix) with carmel colored skin. We proceed to what seems to be the supply room (pretty large actually, and it even has a bed inside) and have many passionate sex sessions followed by questions--many of which I don’t remember. I do remember one though: our first time making out, when entering the supply room, I announce proudly “alright, the jig is up, I know you’re a part of my mind, what are you?” I either asked “what are you” or “what part are you,” either way the question went misconstrued and she answered “I guess it’s because you’re so a_____.” She said I was some word that started with an “a” that I don't remember. I did remember thinking it was a synonym for self-centered, but I could be wrong. We proceeded to do what we did after that as I described earlier. At the end she was crying so I wrapped my arms around her and asked what was wrong. She told me “You’re about to wake up, this is where you choose to stay here or go to the real world!” Sure enough, I woke up right after.