Surreal. Nothing spectacular, though. I took a limo, with my date, to a luxury hotel. On the way, I marveled at the detail of the city. The colorful shops lining the streets were lit-up, busy, and surprisingly active for that time of night. There was a beautiful, modern, open market, and the high-rise buildings around it had sleek black windows that glinted in the moonlight. When we got there the bus boy, of all people, wouldn't let us in without payment. I pulled the 'don't you know who I am line', reached into my pocket, and discovered the pull anything you want out of your pocket trick. The card I gave him was denied, which royally pissed me off. I was unable to control my emotions. They cost me my lucidity and the dream.