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kin 014 
last night I dreamed...
I am in a residential skyscrapper. There is a woman riding a flying bike pod outside the window. We know each other. She tells me something about the room I am in that is irrelevant to me, but I am polite about it.
I wander the labrynthian halls of the building. The floors are carpeted like a new model home. I come upon a really nice room with a kitchenette. I notice a couple mini fridges and consider taking a drink from one.
I get the feeling I'm not supposed to be here, so I cautiously approach, sensing there might be someone nearby.
There is.
Before I can fuly approach the kitchenette I see a tired old man to my left by a doorway (which i assumed led to his bedroom). For some reason I also know there is a woman nearby but I didn't see her.
The man notices me so I politely say something to the effeect of, "Oh! I think I made a wrong turn, sorry." And immediately turn around heading back to the hallways.
I continue exploring, avoiding spaces where I hear other people moving about.
I come to the same laundry closet I entered the hallway from and decide to return to the room where I saw the woman on the flying bike. In the laundry closet next to the machine I see a pile of laundry formed into a burrow-like hole. I climb in and through a tunnel of clothing.
Just as I make it to the other side, someone there notices me and starts trying to help me out of the tangle of laundry. As my head breachs the surface, they offer me a hand coming out of the laundry pile. I thank them and make a gay affirming joke about myself which makes them laugh, and seems to put them at ease.
I had never met this person before, but we definitely share a mutual queer vibe.