Me and two male friends, or maybe "associates", are checking in at this hotel. Actually, we have second intentions here. It seems this hotel holds really interesting technology, so we wanted to put our hands on it. It turns out that if you check in you get the gadgets for free! I don't remember for sure what they were, but they looked like advanced technology from Sci-fi movies - one thing around the size of a helmet and a smaller one, that seemed to fit on a person's finger.

The place is beautiful and completely luxurious - white marble walls, floor and beautifully adorned stairs and pillars are all over the place. Red carpets lead the way inside, and everyone who works here are wearing fancy suits. However, there was a catch - this wasn't a normal hotel: it was a gay people only place. Not only that, people only went there to rent rooms for sex - you weren't supposed to stay over for longer periods. We knew all that, but went ahead - our plan was to pretend we didn't know.

I remember hesitating a little at times, because I was worried about "what people would think". The theme apparently repeated itself in the dream and even before this. Whenever I thought about it and dealt with the feelings, with varying results, I would see a treasure chest. It had several golden locks. One of the locks would slide back and forth. I apparently had to get the "right lock" to go off, according to how I acted. Hmm.

Anyway, back to the hotel. We walked over and talked about getting a room for the three of us. The employees were suspecting us - it was clear that we weren't together and weren't gay either. They kept eyeing us, even after we were handed the gadgets. So far, our plan was working. Part two was now getting out of the place with the technology. We tell them we wanted to rend a room for a day (or some similar period). They tell us that they couldn't - all rooms here could only be rented for short periods of time. We feign being disappointed and tell them that, in that case, that was no good. We were leaving. We head to the doors, holding our precious gadgets - they still keep giving us the stinkeye, but let us leave with them.