Paul and I were married. We lived in a huge house connected to a hotel. The place reminded me of Vancouver BC. I had several friends, young women, who barely spoke English. They spoke to me with a lot of sign language and I somehow understood their language (Chinese) when they would use slang.
I wandered around this huge house, looking into bathrooms, picking up little magazines I found, and noticing sleeping boy bodies strewn around as though after a party. At one point I'd wandered over to the hotel side and walked through it--very dark colored furnishings and carpet--and lots of elderly people sitting, as though waiting.
Why did I know I was married to Paul? There was a facet of this dream about this particularly, and yet I can't bring it to the surface now...
