really heavy afternoon nap dream

I was at sci works, but it was in LA and had the lobby from the Eureka Inn (1890s esque with dramatic interiors but kind of cheap) and the bathrooms Harrelson Hall, the round tower building at NCSU (the rooms are pie wedge shaped and the decor is tacky tin and tiny tiles in seventies colors.) 

Everyone in the bathroom was in line in towels and it was kind of steamy so I guess there was a sauna or hot tub.  I looked at my phone and my friend Elizabeth from the piano studio who I don't know very well but like okay had facebook invited me to her breakfast party a month away at 1 pm.  I was like ok whatever and said going.  I look up and Elizabeth is there and wants to talk to me about her life and give me a massage and I am again like ok whatever.  We're on this pleather lounge chair in olive green (bad feng shui) and my back is always tender sore so the massage felt amazing.  She was pushing on my hips from behind like I was doing to myself in plow pose yesterday and I was thinking "hell yes" in my head. 

Then I got really turned on for some reason and I wondered if my boyfriend would be ok if I had sex with a girl, and I was next walking the halls trying to get ahold of my friend Lori who is the only lesbian I know.  She's not down even though it is a dream because she doesn't want to get feelings involved.  It is a cavernous building - a mix of the NYC planetarium, the NYC museum of life and science, and the Smithsonian Museum of Air and Space - I'm walking out from the inside of a dark huge globe exhibit into dramatic deep blue halls past vivid animal dioramas  - or maybe they're real life animals? 

By this point I know I am dreaming - I feel my phone vibrate a couple times and vaguely hear it ringing.  Also all of a sudden I am driving my car in the lobby.  I am headed toward a sofa chair and I have plenty of time to stop and press my brakes in time but I misjudge the pressure I need because I am distracted and plow into it gently, pushing it about ten feet.  Everyone in the lobby is pissed and I am extra embarrassed because I have a complex already about my distracted driving skills and here they surface again in this hotel lobby which I do not know how I got into the middle of. 

Then I remember it is a dream so what the heck, I screech around on the faux oriental wall to \wall carpet and aim for the double glass doors at the end of the ornate paneled wood hallway.  I carefully check to go only 35 so I can bust through the doors but can swerve to avoid the swimming pool right on the other side.  Screeching turns are super slow and are not sexy and since it is my dream the car takes long dramatic turns and the road loops up in the sky and takes hard sideways stretches.  Very sexy.  I get a text from JT but it was a number he only uses in LA so I wasn't sure if it was him and whatever he said was in one eye and out the other.