Dream – 4/9/2008
I walk into a flea bag motel that has a nasty old gym in it. Like one of those athletic clubs that they let go to pot. Lots of guys sitting around in the lobby. I go into a large room with weight machines. There are large glass windows so you can see inside the room.
There are several chairs and beds (mostly ratty old mattresses on wire cots) in the room. Guys, clothed, lie on the beds waiting for massages. I lie down on one of the beds after a man leaves. He comes back and sits next to me. Uncomfortable, I get up.
I see an unoccupied bed and go there to lie down. The massage guy comes over to me and starts to talk about how much massages cost there. He says I can have one right now or I can make an appointment and come back. I start to take my clothes off. He says to put them back on. I say I may as well have the massage now since I am already there.
He looks young, muscular, a black mesh shirt and black shorts … a Tom Selleck looking face without the mustache. He has very curly, light brown hair dripping with a greasy liquid. He asks if I want to buy any products, too. He says he has to push the products. I say no.
He goes off, supposedly to prepare to give me my massage. But he never comes back. I wonder if I made a mistake. But I am sure he told me to wait, that he’d be right back.
