My subconscious was thwarted twice last night as it attempted to have an erotic dream. I parked in the street to pick up a friend that I was carpooling with. I climbed twisting concrete stairs to the door on the back porch and knocked, but noone answered. Finally I went in. The building was one large open living space on the first level with a small ladder leading to an open sleeping loft in the middle of the room. My friend was still asleep so I climbed up to the loft and woke him up. A little action ensued, but each time things started to heat up, people started climbing up the ladder. In the end an orator from Texas was standing in the front of the room adressing a large crowd of people who had assembled.