The Futuristic Apartments

I am in a new apartment building.  It’s huge, almost like a small town on its own, and the apartments within it are very large, open concept units.  Very clean and almost Oriental in their simplicity, the apartments also offer suitable comfortable furniture.  There is a sense that all conveniences such as shopping, entertainment and medical facilities are on site, as well.

I come home one day and am surprised to find someone in my apartment.  It’s someone I have known many years ago, and had an emotional attachment to.  I never expected to see him again, and I’m not sure how to react to his presence.  Sad to say, I’m taken in by his double-talk again and reluctantly let him stay – just for a few days.  I’m also vaguely surprised that he’s still wearing his one suit that he had back then. 

It doesn’t take long, a matter of a few days, before he confesses that he’s run up a huge bill on my phone and that he’ll not be able to pay it.  My instant reaction is to be very upset, and as he walks away, I suddenly realize that he’s lied to me again.  I catch up with him and inform him that it’s impossible for him to do that because I have an unlimited long-distance plan on my phone, and demand to know exactly where he’s going to leave me in the hole.  He plays the wounded victim wrongly accused, but I would have none of it, and tell him to leave immediately.  He disappears.

In the hallway I encounter a medical team who is rushing an Oriental woman to medical care.  A young boy, obviously her son, is sitting on the gurney and crying.  I instantly recognize him and his mother.  It’s Hoojung, someone I used to work with at the Hamilton Folk Arts Heritage Centre.  I rush over to her, but she’s barely coherent.  She appears to be totally disconsolate, weeping madly and unable to acknowledge my presence.  I don’t hold up the team any longer.

Going back to the apartment, I pass another apartment that has its door open.  It’s occupied by a very handsome man and beautiful woman, and they ask me to join them.  It’s obvious that some erotic games are played there and on a spur of the moment, I decide to do just that.  I also sense that there’s been a shift in the reality of the dream, and that my apartment is no longer there, effectively leaving me homeless.  I’m not distressed by this, but am determined to find another apartment in the morning.  We lie down in bed for the night, with the man in the middle and the women on either side of him.  It’s then that I notice that the apartment has changed again, becoming more like a storage unit, with the bed facing the wide open door.  Also, the lights are still on, and I jump out of bed to turn them off.  I become a bit confused looking for the light switch, at which point three other women enter the apartment and begin to make themselves at home there.  They all take off their clothes and settle down on the deep carpet which is now sporting a variety of cushions and decorative coverlets.  For some reason, one  climbs up on the bed to adjust something above it, and I cannot resist – I smartly smack her butt a couple of times.  Her eyes go wide with mock surprise and everyone else giggles. 

It’s obvious, though, that it’s only a place to sleep this night, so we again all settle down and do just that.